Price, 40 Cents 



Lest We Forget 

A Program for Armistice Day 



MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers 

208» 210» 212 Wright Avenue. Lebanon. Ohio 



Plays for High Schools and Adults 

AT. IHARTIN’S COUNTRY STORE. Uiisurpassetl for merriment. Country store’s 
customers, loafers, gossipers, lovers, etc. Splendid climax. Loads of fun. 35c. 

AMERICA’S CHILD. A community pageant portraying “His Heritage,’’ “His 
Country” and “His Nation.” Most spectacular and meritorious. Complete direc¬ 
tions given. 1 hour. 40c. 

THE AMERICANIZATION OF THE CANAVAS. A most Instructive play on this 
all-important subject, setting forth what_America can do and does do for all who 
want to become real citizens. 1 hour. 35c. 

AND THE LA3IP WENT OUT. A screamingly funny pantomimic performance. 
Clever beyond description. 2 males, 2 females, and reader. 35c. 

CABBAGE HILL SCHOOL. Humorou.s play for children or young people. New 
“skewl-marm” on oiiening day. Capricious pupils, august visitors, etc. 35c. 

CATCHING CLARA. An up-to-date commencement play. Great excitement, thrill¬ 
ing time, lots of fun. 3 scenes. lO males, 15 females, or more. 40c. 

THE CHARITY PUPIL. Boarding school episode, lively with vivacious pranks 
and exciting times. Strong plot with happy climax. Splendid class play. 35c. 

THE CONTEST OF THE NATIONS. Revised to date. A spectacular play or 
cantata. 13 females. Goddess of Liberty and 12 nations compete for the laurel 
crown. Very effective. 35c. 

A CORNER IN HEARTS. A clever and amusing little parlor play. All lovers 
propose to the same girl. Rich humor. Pleasing situations. 4 males, 1 female, or 
5 males. 25c. 


THE CRIMSON AND THE BLUE. 6 males, 6 females. Highest type commence¬ 
ment play. Brilliant success. 40c. 

CUPID MIXES THINGS. Clever little comedy In which Cupid proves “Love still 
Is blind.” 5 males, 6 females and 5 children. 35c. 


CUPID’S JOKE. Charming little drama in which Cupid gets “busy.” Splendid for 
St. Valentine’s Day or any social occasion. 5 males, 5 females and Cupid. % 
hour. 25c. 

A DAY AT HAPPY HOLLOW SCHOOL. New play of the “Deestrlck Skule”- 
type. Full of wit and clever drollery. City auto party vs. rural youngsters. 35c. 

A DICKENS REVIVAL. An elaborate play introducing 40 Dickens characters. 
Very clever plot which gathers interest and culminates in pleasing climax. 35c. 

THE DISPELLING OF BIG JIM. Negro farce. Big Jim is tried by officials of Big 
Bethel Church for misdemeanor. Great excitement. Darky humor. 8 males. 25c. 

GIRLS OF TODAY. A beautiful and picturesque pantomime, suitable for school, 
church or society entertainments. 30 minutes. 15c. 

THE GOLDEN GOBLET. Exceedingly clever farce with female cast, for Bachelor 
Girls’ and Women’s Clubs, etc. Uproariously funny. 12 females. 1 hour. 40c. 

THE HEIR OF MT. VERNON. Colonial Society play. Washington’s sterling man¬ 
hood and rare courtesy portrayed. Old plantation melodies, etc. 8 males, 8 fe¬ 
males. 35c. 

THE HENPECK SINGTN’ SKEWL’S EXERBTTTON CONCERTE. A musical 
burlesque entertainment. Old-time songs, costumes and customs. A sure success. 
85c. 


HER SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE. A comedv: one of the cleverest bits of re¬ 
freshing humor ever conceived. 2 males, 1 female. 1 scene. 40 minutes. 35c. 
HIAWATHA DRAMATIZED. High-grade drama arranged from Ijongfellow’a 

masterpiece; vivid dramatic scenes. Contains description of costumes, Indian 
music, and other details necessary. Time, 1 hour. 35c. 

THE HOUSE OF HEARTS. A St. Valentine’s Day play, beautifully written in 
rhyme. Easily staged. 1 hour. 35c. 

HOW SHE MANAGED IT. A bewitching young lady resorts to a very plausible 
plot for securing a proposal and succeeds. Ideal parlor play. Clever. 1 male, 

1 female. 25c. 

comedy-drama in 3 acts. Affairs are seriously complicated, but all’s 
well that ends well. 5 males, 3 females and a small boy. 35c. 

THE LINEMAN. A farce In 1 act, full of original fun from start to finish. 

2 males and 1 female. 25c. 

A LITTLE HEROINE OF THE REVOLUTION. Brave little girl with clever 
tact deceives British and passes their lines with message to General Marion. 35c. 
L<^ ERS OF ALL AGES. Unique novelt.v for high schools, eolleees. clubs, etc. 
Beautiful presentation of famous lovers of all times. 1 male, 18 females and 
Cupid. 35e. 


WITHOUT A COUNTRY. A faithful dramatization of Edward Everett 
story. Most appropriate for any kind of entertainment. 35c. 
MARRIAGE M.4DE EASY. A clever comedy depleting the modern methods of 
marrying off the daughters. Very meritorious. 2 males, 2 females. 36c, 




Lest We Forget 


A Program for 
Armistice Day 


Written and Arranged 

By 

NOTED AUTHORS 


MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers 

208, 210, 212 Wright Ave., Lebanon, Ohio 










Copyright, 1923, 

By March Brothers. 


OCT i 8 {923 


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Lest We Forget 


TABLE OP CONTENTS 

PAGE 


Preface . 5 

Lest We Forget. 7 

General Suggestions . 8 

Suggestive Programs— 

For Community Exercises .11, 12, 13 

For the High School.13, 14 

For Mixed Grades. 14 

For Grammar or Intermediate Grades. 15 

For the Primary Grades. 15 

In Flanders’ Fields. 16 

Wreaths in Verse. 18 

Recitations— 

The Boys Who Are Not There. 20 

Fields of France. 21 

My Country ...*. 22 

The Service Flag. 23 

Stars of Service. 24 

Our Honor Roll. 24 

Other Poppies . 25 

The Soldier . 25 

The Soldier’s Toast. 26 

America, the Beautiful. 26 

Liberty Loan . 27 

I’d Rather be a Sailor. 28 

Your Hosiery . 29 

Drills— 

I’aper Buddies on Parade. 30 

Our Colors . 34 


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TABLE OF CONTENTS 


PAGE 

Song-Drills— 

My Brother’s Gun. 38 

Song of the Colors. 42 

Reading— 

Censored .. 51 

INIustcal Reading— 

When the Band Plays “Over There”. 53 

Song— 

War Savings Stamps. 55 

Dialogs— 

Two Little Patriots. 55 

The Bugler . 56 

Young Patriots. 57 

Plats— 

Uncle Sam’s Best. 59 

When the Armistice was Signed. 70 

For Liberty’s Sake. 84 













Preface 


We fear the American people, in their desire to 
separate themselves from war and the thoughts of 
Tvar, have to a certain exten^ forgotten to honor our 
heroes of the World War. (^hose who so valiantly 
defended the principles of our American democracy 
should be continuously honored day by day, but it 
would be well for the American people to set aside 
one day each year to encourage those who live and 
to cherish the memory of those who have gone before.' 
What day would be more appropriate than Novem¬ 
ber 11th, the anniversary of the Signing of the Armis¬ 
tice ! Do you remember that day ? How we anxiously 
waited for the word? How exuberant we were when 
the news finally came? How relieved we felt? How 
happy we were? 

This book of programs has been prepared to assist 
in the proper observance of Armistice Day. Schools, 
lodges, various organizations and even whole com¬ 
munities should join in regularly and enthusiastically 
honoring those who fought “Over There.Let us 
give honor to whom honor is due! 

This is simply a book of suggestions. No program 
could include all we give. Local committees will no 
doubt add numbers of their own choosing. This col¬ 
lection is offered rather to assist our friends in pre¬ 
paring programs for the proper observance of Armis¬ 
tice Day. If the suggestions prove of any value, we 
shall feel that the book has not been issued in vain. 

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Lest We Forget 


God of our fathers, known of old, 

Lord of our far-flung battle line, 

Beneath whose awful hand we hold 
Dominion over palm and pine: 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 
Lest we forget, lest we forget! 

The tumult and the shouting dies; 

The captains and the kings depart; 

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice. 

An humble and a contrite heart: 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 

Lest we forget, lest we forget! 

Far-called our navies melt away. 

On dune and headland sinks the fire; 

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday 
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! 

Judge of the nations, spare us yet. 

Lest we forget, lest we forget! 

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose 
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe. 

Such boasting as the Gentiles use 
Or lesser breeds without the law: 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. 

Lest we forget, lest we forget! 

—Rudyard Kipling. 


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General Suggestions 


The Service Flag. 

During 1917 and 1918, citizens of the United States 
displayed the Service Flag in conjunction with our 
National Flag, and in that manner indicated that one 
or more members of that household or society were 
serving in some part of the World War. 

Every one displayed “Old Glory” as they should. 
Many bought Liberty Bonds and thus were entitled 
to wear a Liberty Loan Button. All who possibly 
could bought. Those who could not buy bonds, bought 
Thrift Stamps and War Saving Certificates. All who 
gave to the Red Cross or who paid the membership 
fee displayed a Red Cross Flag or wore a Red Cross 
Button. All of these symbols indicated that the 
wearer had done something to help. He had done his 
bit! 

But everyone could not display the Flag of Honor, 
the Service Flag. Only those who were nearest and 
dearest were so privileged. It was a sign that some¬ 
one had sacrificed business, home, and loved ones to 
offer himself for his country. We all honored them. 
Every family, church, society or school thus honored 
those of its members who had answered the country’s 
call. The Service Flag was a badge of honor for that 
particular home or institution. 

The following is a part of an editorial which ap¬ 
peared in the Chicago Evening Post during those 
momentous days: 

“We never thought that any flag could give us a greater 
thrill than Old Glory; but we got it when we looked at the 
first Service Flag that met our gaze. It is the Service Flag 
that put the meaning into Old Glory. We count the blue 
stars on the white field with eyes that grow misty, and our 
glance passes from them to the red border. How many of the 
blue stars must go down in the red before the war ends ? 
Already, in many places, there are Service Flags, on each of 

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GENERAL SUGGESTIONS 


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which one blue star has sunk in the crimson tide of sacrifice. 
But we must not lose them from the flags. Rather let them 
he changed from blue to gold and shine with a greater and 
undimming luster.” 

The World War ended on November 11, 1918, and 
nearly 60,000 blue stars had changed to gold. No 
tribute could be too high for those who laid down 
their lives for their country. 

‘‘Dear little flag in the window there, 

Hung with a tear and a w^oman’s prayer; 
Child of Old Glory, born with a star— 

Oh, what a wonderful flag you are!’’ 


And now, at this time of remembrance, nothing 
could be more appropriate than the rehanging of the 
Service Flags. 

For those who desire to show this 
additional tribute to our heroes, we offer 
the following Service Flag: 

This flag, 10 x 15 inches, is printed in 
true colors on a sheet of ledger paper, 
size 10 X 18 inches. The bottom is to be 
trimmed off, the stars cut out and pasted 
on. Mailed on a tube. Price, 25 cents 
each, postpaid. 





Roster of Heroes. 

On November 11, Armistice Day, every club, so¬ 
ciety, church and school should display a list of those 
who participated in any branch of service in the 
World War. This recognition is due them for their 
sacrifice and is a stimulus to patriotism. We offer a 
stencil, “A Roster of Heroes,” with a U. S. Soldier 
and Sailor. This can be used for transferring to either 
the blackboard or to cardboard. In either case the 
design should be colored. Price, 10 cents. We can 
also supply a stencil, “Roll of Honor,” with Ameri¬ 
can Eagle on Shield. Price, 10 cents. Both stencils 



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GENERAL SUGGESTIONS 


can be used as forms and the names written on the 
blank lines. 

A Tribute to the Unknown Soldier. 

Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews’ new book, 
‘‘Yellow Butterflies,” is one of the most beautiful 
tributes accorded the Unknown Soldier. This won¬ 
derful little story should be read by all true Ameri¬ 
cans. The telling of this story or the reading of it 
at the Armistice Day Exercises would be especially 
appropriate. No address would be needed on the pro¬ 
gram if this was used. We can supply the book for 
75 cents, postpaid. 

Flanders Poppies. 

It is especially fitting that the citizens of the coun¬ 
try and the school children wear a bright red poppy 
on Armistice Day. Artificial poppies can be bought 
most everywhere; but it would be quite suitable te 
have the children make poppies from red crepe or 
tissue paper. 


Lest We Forget 


SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 1, FOR COM- 
MUNITY EXERCISES 

Patriotic March hy the Band or Orchestra, 

Song —^“Lest We Forget.’’ See Kipling’s poem on 
page 5. This may be sung to the tune Mag¬ 
dalen” and will be found in many church 
hymnals. 

Invocation — 

God of our fathers, known of old, 

Lord of our far-flung battle line, 

Beneath whose awful hand we hold 
Dominion over palm and pine: 

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, 

Lest we forget, lest we forget! 

Lest we forget the courage, patience and pa¬ 
triotic self-sacrifice of those who fought at Cha¬ 
teau Thierry, in the Argonne and the supreme 
sacrifice of those who lie in Flanders’ fields. We 
thank Thee for the splendid lessons of heroism 
that we have learned from those who died that 
this world might be free. They gave the last 
full measure of devotion. We cherish their 
memories in our hearts and opposite the name of 
each we place the gold star of service. 

We thank Thee for the vigorous vital Ameri¬ 
canism of those who have come back to us. They 
endured much that we might live free from the 
rule of a despot. Now they are just as courage¬ 
ously and patiently fighting the everyday bat¬ 
tles of our complex American life. Bless them, 

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we pray Thee. May they lead us on to nobler 
deeds, higher thoughts and greater achievements. 
May we take a lesson from their self-sacrificing 
heroism and may we help to make this great land 
of ours a free and happy home for those who are 
yet to come. May we all so live that those who 
have gone will not have died in vain and those 
who are with us will not have lived in vain and 
that this nation, under God, shall have a new 
birth of freedom and that government of the peo¬ 
ple, by the people and for the people shall not 
perish from the earth. Amen. 

Song —‘^America.’’ 

Address of Tribute —By a prominent citizen. 

Response —By a member of the American Legion. 

Vocal or Instrumental Solo. 

Principal Address of the Occasion —By an eminent 
speaker. 

Song —“Star-Spangled Banner.’’ 

Benediction. 

SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 2, FOR COM- 
MUNITY EXERCISES 

Song —“Star-Spangled Banner.” 

Invocation. 

Recitation —“In Flanders’ Fields.” 

Recitation —“Other Poppies.” 

Drill —“Song of the Colors.” 

Reading —‘ ^ Censored. ’ ’ 

Dialog —“Young Patriots.” 

Solo —“Keep the Home Fires Burning,” “Dear Old 
Pal of Mine,” or something else appropriate. 


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Play —Uncle Sam’s Best,” or an address of tribute 
may be given instead. 

Beading —‘^Lest ^Ye Forget,” closes the program. 


SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 3, FOR COM¬ 
MUNITY EXERCISES 

Patriotic March, by Band or Orchestra. 

Song —‘ ‘ America. ’ ’ 

Recitation —“My Country.” 

Recitation —“The Soldier’s Toast.” 

Instrumental Selection —Violin or piano solo. 

Musical Reading —“When the Band Plays ‘Over 
There.’ ” 

Recitation —“The Service Flag.” 

Recitation —“The Boys Who Are Not There.” 

Solo —“Lest We Forget.” This may be sung to the 
tune “Magdalen,” which will be found in most 
church hymnals. 

Play —“When the Armistice Was Signed”; or, if pre¬ 
ferred, the retelling of the story, “Yellow But¬ 
terflies,” would be quite appropriate. 

Closing Song —“America the Beautiful.” 


SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 4, FOR THE HIGH 
SCHOOL 

Song —“Star-Spangled Banner,” by the school. 
Opening Address —By principal or teacher. 

Recitation —“In Flanders’ Fields.” 

Recitation —“Other Poppies.” 

Solo —Either instrumental or vocal, to be selected. 
“Dear Old Pal of Mine” would be quite fitting. 


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Play —‘‘For Liberty’s Sake,” or, “Uncle Sam’s 
Best.” 

Closing Song —To be selected. “Keep the Home 
Fires Burning” or a similar song would be ap¬ 
propriate. 

SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 5, FOR THE HIGH 
SCHOOL 

Patriotic Song or March —To be selected. 

Reading —“Lest We Forget”—By a teacher. 

Song —“America,” by the school. 

Recitation —“My Country.” 

Recitation —“The Boys Who Are Not There.” 

Solo —Instrumental or vocal, to be selected. 

Retelling of the Story —“Yellow Butterflies,” or an 
address by a townsman. 

Song —“America the Beautiful.” 

SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 6, FOR MIXED 
GRADES 

Song —Any patriotic selection. 

Recitation —“Wreaths in Verse.” 

Recitation —‘ ‘ My Country. ’ ’ 

Solo —Instrumental or vocal selection. 

Drill —“Our Colors.” 

Dialog —“The Bugler.” 

Song —“War Saving Stamps.” 

Dialog —“Young Patriots.” 

Reading —“Lest We Forget.” 

Song —“America,” or some other patriotic anthem. 


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SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 7, FOR GRAMMAR 
OR INTERMEDIATE GRADES 

Song —^‘America the Beautiful,” or any other pa¬ 
triotic selection. 

Beading —“Lest We Forget,” and general remarks, 
by the teacher. 

Recitation —“The Soldier.” 

Drill —“Paper Buddies on Parade.” 

Song or Solo —Some war-time song; “Keep the Home 
Fires Burning” is suggested. 

Recitation —^“Liberty Loan.” 

Dialog —“Young Patriots.” 

Song —“War Saving Stamps.” 

Recitation —“The Service Flag.” 

Instrumental Selection —To be selected. 

Recitation —“The Boys Who Are Not There.” 
Recitation —“Other Poppies.” 

Closing Song —“Star-Spangled Banner.” 

SUGGESTIVE PROGRAM No. 8, FOR PRIMARY 
GRADES 

Opening Song —Some patriotic number which the 
children know best. 

Reading—'In Flanders' Fields” and general re¬ 
marks by the teacher. 

Song-Drill —“My Brother's Gun.” 

Recitation —“I’d Rather be a Sailor.” 

Dialog —“Two Little Patriots.” 

Closing Song —^"‘America,” or “Star-Spangled Ban¬ 
ner.” 


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In Flanders’ Fields 


The first of these lyrics was written by Lieut. Col. 
John McCrea, a member of the Canadian Expedi¬ 
tionary Forces, while taking part in the second battle 
of Ypres. The body of Lieut. McCrea now lies buried 
in Flanders’ Fields. The request he made to take 
up the flaming torch has been granted and the prin¬ 
ciples for which he and countless thousands gave up 
their lives triumphed on the fields of Flanders. 

THE APPEAL 

By Lieut. Col. John McCrea. 

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies grow 
Between the crosses, row on row. 

That mark our place; and in the sky 
The larks, still bravely singing, fly, 

Scarce heard amid the guns below. 

We are the dead. Short days ago 
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, 

Loved and were loved, but now we lie 
In Flanders’ Fields. 

Take up our quarrel with the foe! 

To you, from failing hands, we throw 
The torch. Be yours to lift it high! 

If ye break faith with us who die 
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 
In Flanders’ Fields. 

THE PROm^^ 

By C. B. Galbreath, Librarian of State of Ohio. 

In Flanders’ Fields the cannon boom 
And fitful flashes light the gloom. 

While up above, like eagles, fly 



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The fierce destroyers of the sky; 

With stains the earth wherein you lie 
Is redder than the poppy bloom, 

In Flanders’ Fields. 

Sleep on, ye brave. The shrieking shell. 
The quaking trench, the startled yell. 

The fury of the battle hell 
Shall wake you not, for all is well. 

Sleep peacefully, for all is well. 

Your flaming torch aloft we bear. 

With burning heart an oath we swear 
To keep the faith, to fight it through. 

To crush the foe or sleep with you, 

In Flanders’ Fields. 


THE FULFILLMENT 

By Joseph A. Clark. 

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies grow, 

’Tis quiet ’mid the sunset glow. 

The larks are singing, far on high 
Above the crosses as they fly, 

A requiem to those below. 

Sleep on, ye brave, who gave your all. 

The shrieking shell, the bugle call. 

No more shall wake you from your rest. 

In Flanders’ Fields. 

The flaming torch aloft we bore, 

We’ve kept the faith. The battle o’er. 

The foe is crushed. We’ve fought it through. 
Now, rest in peace, God be with you 
Who lie asleep, where poppies score 
In Flanders’ Fields, 


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Wreaths in Verse 


IN FLANDERS’ FIELDS 

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies grow 
Between the crosses, row on row, 

That mark our place, and in the sky 
The larks, still bravely singing, fly, 

Scarce heard amid the guns below. 

We are the dead; short days ago 
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow. 
Loved and were loved, and now we lie 
In Flanders’ Fields. 

Take up our quarrel with the foe! 

To you from failing hands we throw 
The torch; be yours to hold it high! 

If ye break faith with us who die 
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 
In Flanders’ Fields. 

—John McCrea. 


YE ARE NOT DEAD 

In Flanders still the poppies grow 
Among the crosses, bending low, 

On fragile stems, their cups of red 
Like censers swinging o’er the dead 
That fell short days ago. 

Ye are not dead! If it were so 
We that abide could never go 
As blithely marching by your bed 
In Flanders’ Fields. 



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Because your bodies lie below, 

Above, wdth an intenser glow. 

The torch moves on; in your brave stead 
Men dare to bleed as ye have bled— 

That larks may sing and poppies blow 
In Flanders’ Fields. 

—Frank E. Bering. 


GUARDING POPPIES 

Poppies in a shell hole ruby red, 

Where a dying soldier’s blood was shed, 
Typify the story 
Of a Nation’s glory— 

And its dead. 

Poppies, crimson poppies, e’re shall be 
A token of our graves o’er the sea. 
Eternal guard they keep. 

Where our Crusaders sleep 
Peacefully, 


—'Norman Shannon Hall. 


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LEST WE FORGET 


Recitations 


THE BOYS WHO ARE NOT THERE 

The fine returning hosts go by, 

The bugles of the morning play 
Their serenades unto the sky, 

The taut drums beat the reveille— 

But, oh, through moments pecked and dim. 
So many stand with downcast air; 

They only see through sorrow’s grim 
The figures of the boys not there! 

Bright banners deck the laughing streets. 
And throngs on jumbled sidewalks wait; 
The day is fine, the air is sweet. 

The hosts march by so tall and straight. 
But with them moving all the wdiile 
Are shadows that shall never conie 
With old, accustomed, manly smile 
To summons of the sounding drum! 

And these are all that she can see— 

That mother on the throng’s bright rim; 
And, oh, how much she’d give if she 
Could only go out there to him; 

Could kneel a moment by that cross 
Amid red poppies where he lies 
So close to Flanders mud and moss. 

With God’s sweet slumber on his eyes! 

The pomp and splendor of the day. 

The glory of the great parade. 

Shall come and go and pass away. 

Shall from the moment’s memory fade— 
But not the picture of the pale. 

The frequent, phantoms everywhere— 

The ghosts of Argonne hill and vale; 

The ghosts of boys that are not there! 

—Baltimore 8im. 



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FIELDS OF FRANCE 

In Picardy 
The lilies flank 
The wild, green, placid fields; 

Along the Marne’s tree-shaded bank 
The primrose lifts its head. 

What dream is this whose omen wields 
The sinister thoughts of coming dread? 

In Picardy 
The fertile fields— 

And fragile swaying flowers— 

Have bent beneath relentless beat 
Of- stumbling—weary—marching feet 
That dare not count the hours. 

And the Marne’s 
Primrose-laden paths 
Are trampled ’neath the dust 
Of hurrying armies’ passing throng. 

To those brave hearts does France belong; 
To us the faith—to them the trust. 

Amid the Marne’s 
Dull-shadowed depths 
Bruised petals in the sod— 

A lad’s face pinched with pain—and drawn; 
A soul gone out to meet the dawn; 

Dark sunken eyes that vision God. 

The lilies 
Of Picardy 

Are broken by the lance. 

The groping fingers of the blind 
Clutch close the broken stems they find; 
To torn hearts in loneliness 
They still retain their loveliness; 


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LEST WE FORGET 


To parched lips, athirst and spent, 

They are the blessed sacrament 
For those who died in proud content 
Upon the mother breast of France. 

—Boston Transcript. 


MY COUNTRY 

^‘America!” When first I heard 
The music of that matchless word. 

My youthful heart with rapture stirred. 
My Country! 

As oft I knelt at mother’s knee 
At twilight hour in infancy, 

She taught me how to pray for thee, 

My Country! 

Land where my mother lived and taught. 
Land where my sire for freedom fought. 
Land that our martyred blood hath bought. 
My Country! 

Lives there a man so mean, so base, 

Who can not in thy history trace. 

The struggles for a peaceful race, 

]\Iy Country! 

For all we’ve fought for in the past. 

Let us maintain while time shall last. 

With truth and duty holding fast. 

My Country! 

While “peace with honor” we proclaim. 
The starry flag which bears thy name 
We’ll let no overt act defame 
My Country! 


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Blest burden of my prayer and song, 

To thee my life, my strength belong, 

I love thee, whether right or wrong. 

My Country! 

I’ll live. I’ll work. I’ll die for thee, 

Dear land of my nativity. 

Take all that life holds dear to me, 

My Country! 

—Julia TF. Galloway, in the Boston Transcript. 


THE SERVICE FLAG 

Dear little flag in the window there. 

Hung with a tear and a woman’s pray’r 
Child of Old Glory, born with a star— 

Oh, wdiat a wonderful flag you are! 

Blue is your star in its field of white. 

Dipped in the red that was born of fight 
Born of the blood that our forbears shed 
To raise your mother. The Flag, o’er head. 

And now you’ve come, in this frenzied day. 

To speak from a window—to speak and say; 

' ‘ I am the voice of a soldier-son 
Gone to be gone till the victory’s won. 

am the flag ©f The Service, sir; 

The flag of his mother—I speak for her 
Who stands by my window and waits and fears. 
But hides from the others her unwept tears. 

^‘1 am the flag of the wives who wait 
For the safe return of a martial mate, 

A mate gone forth where the war god thrives 
To save from sacrifice other men’s wives. 


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“ I am the flag of the sweethearts true; 

The often unthought of—the sisters, too. 

I am the flag of a mother’s son 

And won’t come down till the victory’s won!” 

Dear little flag in the window there, 

Hung with a tear and a woman’s pray’r, 

Child of Old Glory, born with a star— 

Oh, what a. wonderful flag you are I 

—William Hershell. 

STARS OF SERVICE 

The little house is brown and down at heel. 

The casements crumble and the porches sag; 
Complaining hinges hold a crooked gate 
And from the chimney sullen smoke wreaths lag. 
But as I pass, within a window hung, 

I see a service flag with triple stars— 

And all at once the walls grow tall and fair 
And not an ugly line their beauty mars. 

Carved, stately pillars welcome at the door, 

A beckoning finger from each chimney starts, 

And in a moment, changed, the little house 
Becomes a palace filled with royal hearts. 

—Dayton Herald. 

OUR HONOR ROLL 

The lists grew longer as the days went by. 

Those lists of our brave boys who fought and died. 
Our Honor Roll I read, my eyes grew dim. 

Ah, it had come—the glorious crown to him. 

To him who left me with his earnest face. 

Unsmiling, firm; and in his strength and grace 
Rode eastward with his fellows through the foam. 
And left me lonely in my pride at home. 

‘‘Well, good-bye, Dad!” His manly voice I heard, 
I knew his soul was innocent of fear; 

And in my ears his parting words shall be 
Forever sweetest of all sounds to me. 


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25 


But day by day time soothes our sorrow and grief 
And all our treasured memories bring relief. 

For those who sleep just where they won their fame 
We higher hold the torch, and count it gain. 

—'New lork Evening Sun. 


OTHER POPPIES 

Among the crosses in the fields 
That mark the Flanders’ dead, 

’Neath other skies and times and eyes 
Are other poppies blowing red. 

But other poppies though they be 
And ignorant of war. 

Their call’s as clear upon the ear 
As those that bloomed to call before. 

We must forever through the years 
Be loyal to the dead 
In Flanders’ sod, while bloom and nod 
The scarlet poppies o’er their bed. 

— Someple. 

[The girl giving these verses has a mass of scarlet 
poppies hunched between both hands.] 

THE SOLDIER 

Here’s to- the boy of spirit bold. 

Of courage to endure. 

Of enmity for trampling feet. 

Of honor high and pure! 

Here’s to the boy with the ready laugh 
That nothing can destroy, 

Except it be another’s hurt— 

Here’s to our soldier boy! 


— Someple. 


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THE SOLDIER’S TOAST 

Here’s to the land for which I fight, 
Here’s to the flag she flies, 

The best of lands, the best of flags. 
Beneath the bluest skies. 

Here’s to the Army, here’s to the boys. 
Among whom I belong, 

A laughing, loyal, valiant. 

And undefeated throng. 

Here’s to the cause I advocate, 

The cause for which I fight, 

Allegiance, justice, liberty. 

Upholding of the right. 

Here’s to the hearth that I defend, 

Here’s to the homeifolk there. 

The dearest spot, the dearest folk 
Of any, anywhere. 

Here’s to the girl I left behind, 

Here’s to my love for her. 

Here’s to her patient love for me, 

Here’s to the days that were. 

—Somepl 

AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL 

0 beautiful for spacious skies, 

For amber waves of grain, 

For purple mountain majesties 
Above the fruited plain! 

America! America! 

God shed his grace on thee 
And crown thy good with brotherhood 
From sea to shining sea! 


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27 


0 beautiful for pilgrim feet, 

Whose stern, impassioned stress, 

A thoroughfare for freedom beat 
Across the wilderness! 

America 1 America! 

God, mend thine every flaw. 

Confirm thy soul in self-control, 

Thy liberty in law. 

0 beautiful for heroes .proved 
In liberating strife. 

Who more than self their country loved. 
And mercy more than life! 

America! America! 

May God thy gold refine 
Till all success be nobleness 
And every gain divine! 

0 beautiful for patriot dream 
That sees beyond the years 
Thine alabaster cities gleam 
Undimmed by human tears! 

America! America! 

God shed His grace on thee 
And crown thy good with brotherhood 
From sea to shining sea! 

—Katherine Lee Bates. 

LIBERTY LOAN 

Liberty Loan, were you Liberty Gift, 

And not an example of judgment and thrift; 
Were you to pass, never more to return; 

Were you the last that I’ve struggled to earn; 
Still I should say, as we parted, in pride: 

These are the dollars that I’ve sanctified; 

These are the dollars, once treasured as mine. 
That I have offered at Liberty’s shrine. 


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If I could count up the money I’ve spent, 

Count every dollar and say where it went; 

Little of pride would be mine to recall, 

There would be selfishness written in all; 

Money for pleasure and raiment to wear; 

But out of all the glad dollars IVe known, 

The finest were those of the Liberty Loan. 

They ar^ the dollars I’ve pledged to the truth. 
Dollars I’ve sent with our finest of youth 
Into the battle zone, fighting for me; 

They are my voice speaking over the sea. 

All that with money I ever have done. 

Can not compare with this service! There’s none. 
Even in deeds that I’ve done for my own. 

Fit to be classed with my Liberty Loan. 

They are the dollars I hallowed with love. 

For the star-spangled banner that’s flying above; 
Dollars devoted to winning for men. 

Freedom and laughter and gladness again; 

They are my dollars, still spotless and clean. 
Unstained by anything sordid and mean, 

And they shall stand, till life’s debt is paid. 

As the best use of money I ever have made. 

—Edgar A. Guest. 


I’D RATHER BE A SAILOR 

I’d rather be a sailor 

Than you, or you, or you. 

And ride the ocean billows. 

One of a jolly crew. 

I’d sail straight into sundown 
And touch strange distant shores, 
I’d do the country’s honors 
And fight her naval wars. 


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29 


No foe should sight our seacoast 
With me in sailor blue; 

I’d rather be a sailor 
Than you, or you, or you. 

— Someple. 

[For a little hoy in a sailor suit. At each ^^you, or 
you, or you,** he points to dijferent men in the audi¬ 
ence; men prominent in their community.] 

YOUR HOSIERY 

(With the usual apologies.) 

The hours I spent on your dear socks. 

Were as a string of purls to me; 

I counted them o’er by the weary clocks, 

Your hosiery, your hosiery. 

First two I knit, then two I purled. 

And round the leg I slowly reeled; 

Then joyful paeans to the Heavens I hurled. 

When I turned the heel. 

Oh, knotted ends that scratched and burned. 

Oh, stitch that dropped, uneven row; 

I kissed each blight and strove at last to learn 
To reach the toe, sweetheart, to reach the toe. 

— Selected. 


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PAPER BUDDIES ON PARADE 

By SOMEPLE. 

(A drill with droll possibilities for a row of boys.) 


They are supposed to be a row of soldiers such as 
children cut out of paper, fastened together by their 
hands, as illustrated. They have on, crosswise, three- 
cornered hats made of newspaper. Fastened to their 
fronts in a continuous row are flat soldier suits cut 
out of newspaper, hands outstretched and pasted to¬ 
gether, feet almost together, shoulders square, gun 
barrels extending above their shoulders. Back of 
their suits the boys have hold of hands and keep their 
arms and legs back of the paper arms and legs. They 
never move their bodies, arms, nor heads and they 
lift their feet from the floor as little as possible. They 
make themselves look just as paper soldierlike as they 
can. One paper soldier is detached from the rest. 
He is the Commandant. His place is at the right 
end of the line and a little in advance of it. His 
suit has no musket, his arms are straight down. His 
commands are delivered crisply, without any move¬ 
ment of his head and with as little opening of his lips 
as possible. 



[The Paper Buddies are in position across the stage 
when the curtains are drawn apart and the Com¬ 
mandant in place. A drum heats appropriately or 
there is interpretive music throughout the drill.] 











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31 


Commandant : Salute! 

[The line stands perfectly stillf] 

Shoulder arms! 

[The line remains motionless,] 

Forward march! 

[The line advances briskly and evenly for a few 
paces. Then the wind apparently springs up and 
the line is blown back and somewhat to the left. All 
the comical misadventures of the Paper Buddies are 
supposed to be caused by unexpected gusts of wind, 
which interfere at critical moments with their carry¬ 
ing out of the Commandant ^s orders. Their mishaps 
must be as involuntary appearing as the boys can 
make them, as if they have no choice but to be blown 
by any wind that blows. In all their movements they 
always present their paper fronts to the audience. 
The Commandant, for all the sharpness and dignity 
of his demeanor, is played with by the wind as the 
others are, but always a pace or two apart.] 

Forward March ! 

[The line rallies and advances again, but again is 
blown back, somewhat to the right this time.] 

FORWARD MARCH! 

[The line rallies and advances properly.] 

Halt! 

[The left end of the line halts. The right end is 
swung around before it can obey.] 

Halt! 

[The right end halts. The left end is swung around 
by the wind.] 

HALT! 

[The line halts in a straight line.] 


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Attention! 

[Beginning at the left, a convulsive wriggle travels 
across the line to the right.] 

Attention ! 

[Beginning at the right, a convulsive wriggle travels 
across the line to the left.] 

ATTENTION! 

[The line is still.] 

Present arms! 

[The line remains motionless.] 

Shoulder arms! 

[The line does not move.] 

Forward march! 

[The line advances briskly.] 

The enemy! They come ! Double-quick! 

[The line ^‘double-quicks.^^] 

Attack! 

[The line takes a bold step forward and then glides 
back before the wind.] 

Attack ! 

[The line glides farther back and faster before a 
stronger wind and from the right.] 

ATTACK! 

[The line glides still farther back and faster before 
a still stronger wind and from the left.] 

FIFE! 

[The line is all but toppled over backward by the 
wind. Only the back wall of the stage saves the Paper 
Buddies.] 

The enemy! Ketreat! 

[The line regains its balance and advances a step.] 


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33 


RETREAT! 

[The line advances^ a strong wind at its hack, 
swiftly, overwhelmingly, in a straight line. The Com¬ 
mandant, ivhen halfivay from the hack wall to the 
front edge of the stage, is blown hack again.] 

Halt! Hold! Wait! Dang me, I’m cornin’! 
Wait, I say! 

[The line advances without a stop, straight up to 
the front edge of the stage, where suddenly the Paper 
Buddies are all hut blown aver on their faces. The 
Commandant continues to blow backward in a strug¬ 
gling, zigzag fashion.] 

Hold! Wait! The Enemy! THEY RUN! STOP 
’EM! I’M COMIN’! MAKE ’EM WAIT TILL I 
GET THERE! 

[He blows forward. The line regains its balance.] 

THE DAY IS OURS! 

[He resumes his dignity and position to the right 
of ihe line. There he does not move, but the wind 
blows the line to the right and against him, almost 
upsetting him.] 

Halt! 

[The line continues to be blown to the right, shov- 
ing him along, his feet protesting.] 

Halt! 

[The line does not halt.] 

HALT! 

[The line halts, flattening him, sidewise, against 
the right wall of the stage.] 

STACK ARMS! 

[The line does not move. He remains crushed 
against the wall.] 

BREAK RANKS! 

[The line remains motionless.] 


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Dang me! Who’s commandin’ these tactics? Get 
off my toes there, dang me! I’ll court-martial the 
lot of you! 

[The line drifts gently across the stage, sidewise, 
and out at the left, the Commandant bringing up the 
rear A 

^ CURTAIN 


OUR COLORS 

By Elizabeth F. Guptill. 

[For any number of children divisible by three. 
Each wears a scarf of plain red, white or blue crepe 
paper draped over right shoulder, across breast, and 
tied on left side in a loose knot with long ends but 
no loops. One-third of the children wear red, one- 
third white, and the rest blue. Each carries a United 
States flag.] 

Figure 1: Reds enter, single file, flags held up¬ 
rightly in right hands, touching shoulder. March 
entirely around platform, turning square corners, then 
form line across back and come down abreast, waving 
flags. 

Fig. 2: Wave flags to music, through four meas¬ 
ures. 

Fig. 3: Turn toward center, march to front cor¬ 
ners, up sides to back, flags over right shoulder. Form 
line at back, hold flags as in figure 1. Retain position 
while Whites enter and go through figures 1, 2 and 3, 
forming their line in front of Reds. Both hold posi¬ 
tion while Blues enter and go through figures 1, 2 
and 3. They are now in three lines across back. 

Fig. 4: Reds march down from both sides and 
form line in front of Blues, then Whites do.same, 
and form line in front of Reds, then Blues do same, 
forming line in front of Whites. Repeat this figure. 


LEST WE FORGET 35 

planning to bring Blues to front of platform at end 
of figure. 

Fig. 5: Wave flags through four measures, then, 
Blues leading, march as in figure 3, Whites falling 
in behind Blues, and Beds behind Whites. 

Fig. 6: Come down in pairs, and form arch of 
flags. Hold position through two measures, then dis¬ 
solve arch by marching through it, back pair first, 
marching down to center front. 

Fig. 7: March as in figure 1, come down in pairs, 
and form large semicircle, or two, one behind the 
other, if many children are taking part, having Reds 
first. Whites in center, and Blues at other end. 

[The next figures are each continued through four 
measures.] 

Fig. 8: Flags touching left shoulder, bring out to 
right. 

Fig. 9 : Wave flags high. Wave flags low. 

Fig. 10: Beginning low, wave them, raising them 
higher and higher, till at end of fourth measure they 
are as high as possible. 

Fig. 11: Reverse figure 10, bringing them gradu¬ 
ally lower. 

Fig. 12 : Cross flags in pairs, hold position through 
four measures, then resume first position. 

Reds [recite, holding flags out] : 

Red is the color of glory. 

“Old Glory,’’ our banner we call. 

Red for the blood of our boys so brave, 

Who for it have given their all. 

Red for their wonderful valor— 

’Twas Liberty they fought to save! 

We’ll always keep “Old Glory” flying 
O’er every brave soldier boy’s grave. 


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All [waving flags low] : 

Wave, bright banner, forever wave, 

And honor each hero’s lowly grave. 

Whites [recite, holding out flags ]: 

White is for purity. Pure and sweet 

Was the love that our soldier boys brought; 
Love for mankind, trodden down and oppressed— 
’Twas for that they so bravely have fought. 
White is for peace. There -shall come a fair day 
When all war forever shall cease. 

And Nation with Nation true hands shall clasp 
In a world-wide, lasting peace. 

All [waving flags about face-high] : 

Wave, bright banner, and never cease 
Till thou wavest in universal peace! 

Blues [holding flags out] : 

Blue is for honor. We honor our flag 
When we to our country are true, 

Conserving or serving, at home or abroad. 

Each one may be always ‘‘true blue.’' 

Blue is for loyalty. Steadfast and firm, 
.Wherever that dear flag shall fly, 

Our soldiers will follow it—even to death. 

Let us serve it as well—-you and I. 

All [waving flags high] : 

Wave bright banner! Thy crimson bars, 

Thy field of blue, and thy silver stars. 

Shall freedom to all the world proclaim. 

Till in grateful love they pronounce thy name— 
“Old Glory!” 

[All sing last verse and chorus of Columbia, tin 
Gem of the Ocean.^^ Wave flags during second anc 
last lines of verse. During chorus, wave ra^ther lou; 


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87 


through first line, higher through second; during 
third line hold high, not waving; during last line, 
wave high.] 

Fig. 13 : Come down to center front in pairs, sepa¬ 
rate, and march to corners, up sides to back, meet at 
back and come down in pairs again, flags crossed, 
separate and march to back as before, flags over 
shoulders. 

Fig. 14 ; When back corners are reached this time, 
march down diagonally to opposite front corners, lines 
crossing at center, first a girl from one side passing, 
then one from left and so on. March across front 
in two lines to opposite front comers, then up diag¬ 
onally to back corners, crossing at center as before. 

Fig. 15 : March across back in two lines, then down 
sides. Form lines at sides and face center. Then 
march across to opposite sides, waving flags and cross¬ 
ing at center, which is easily done, if each steps to 
right of the one met. When sides are reached, turn 
and march back again. 

Fig. 16: March up to meet at back, then fall into 
line and march in large circle, waving flags. March 
completely around circle twice, then stop, and all re¬ 
taining places in circle, sing chorus of “Red, White 
and Blue,” again with same motions as before. March 
around circle once more, and out, 


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MY BROTHER’S GUN 

By SOMEPLE. 

[A song-drill for a row of hoysf] 

They have on their soldier brothers’ overseas caps 
and D. S. C’s. The caps either are the real thing or 
are made of brown paper, a little too big for their 
heads. The crosses are glittering imitations. The 
boys carry their brothers’ muskets, which may be toy 
guns. One of the boys has a large furled Stars and 
Stripes instead of a gun. 

[To the music of the song or the heat of a drum the 
boys, shouldering their brothers^ guns, march in, sin¬ 
gle file. They wheel to face the front with soldierly 
snap and precision. They salute.] 

The Boys : 


My Brother's Gun. 


Music by Jean Elizabeth Van Dyke. 





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1. My brother crossed the ocean sea, The ocean sea, the o-cean 

2. Here’s the flag^ he left us for. He left us for, he left us 

3. Here’s my soldier brother’s gun,My brother’s gun, my brother’s 












































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39 


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the foe in Flanders, 
and stripes forever, 
ith him to Flanders. 


sea, My brother crossed the ocean sea,To fight the foe in Flanders, 
for, Here’s the flag he left us for,The stars and stripes forever, 
gun, Here's my soldier brother's gun He took with him to Flanders. 


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[During the singing of second stanza the hoy with 
the flag unfurls and waves it.] 


4 

Here’s how he presented it, 

Presented it, 

Presented it, 

Here’s how he presented it 
In training camp maneuvers. 

[They present arms. All their movements must 
he made with smart soldierly exactness.] 

5 

This is how he stacked his gun. 

He stacked his gun, 

He stacked his gun, 

This is how he stacked his gun ^ 

When morning drill was over. 

[They stack arms.] 

6 

This is how he shouldered it. 

He shouldered it, 

He shouldered it, 

This is how he shouldered it 

And marched away to Flanders. 

[They shoulder arms and march in formation once 
around the stage. Then they halt in a single line 
again and wheel to face the front.] 



































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/ 

Kerens tlie cap he wore with it, 

He wore with it, 

He wore with it, 

Here’s the cap he wore with it, 

A-soldiering in Flanders. 

[They salute.] 

8 

This is how he shot his gun, 

He shot his gun. 

He shot his gun. 

This is how he shot his gun. 

When ordered into action. 

[They take careful aim. After the last word they 
shout Bang.] 

9 

Till at last this D. S. C., 

This D. S. C., 

This D. S. C., 

Till at last this D. S. C. 

They gave him for his brav’ry. 

[They proudly swell out their chests.] 

10 

This is how he shot his gun. 

He shot his gun. 

He shot his gun. 

This is how he shot his gun 
Kepeatedly in action. 

[Again they take careful aim and shout Bang after 
the last word.] 

11 

Till at last my brother’s gun. 

My brother’s gun. 

My brother’s gun. 

Till at last my brother’s gun 
Had won the war in Flanders. 


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41 


12 

This is how he shouldered it, 

He shouldered it, 
lie shouldered it. 

This is how he shouldered it 
And turned his footsteps homeward. 

[They shoulder arms again and march once around 
the stage in formation. Then they halt in single line 
and wheel to face the front.] 

13 

Now it hangs above the grate, 

Above the grate. 

Above the grate. 

Now it hangs above the grate 
With grandpa’s army musket. 

[They look up and raise tl^ir guns high before 
them, every two crossed.] 

14 

Trophies of the battlefield, 

The battlefield. 

The battlefield. 

Trophies of the battlefield 
At home and o ’er the ocean. 

15 

Trophies both of victory. 

Of victory. 

Of victory. 

Trophies both of victory. 

And righteousness triumphant. 

CURTAIN 

GUN’S. Carved from wood, the real “Rookie” model, 43 
inches lon^, correct length for drill purposes. Price, $4.50 per 
dozen, expressage extra. One gun by mail, CO cents, postpaid. 

SOLDIER HATS. Regular officer’s cap, heavy paper, 
khaki color. Price, 35 cents each, postpaid. 

Order from March Brothers, 208, 210, 212 Wright Avenue, 
Lebanon, Ohio. 


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SONG OF THE COLORS 

By SOMEPLE. 

A song-drill for almost any number of children. It 
ends with their forming the flag by sitting on the floor. 
If the stage is large enough and more than two hun¬ 
dred children are available, an elaborate flag of thir¬ 
teen stripes and many stars may be made, as in 
Diagram 1. If there is only a limited number of 
children, the flag must have fewer stripes—^forty or 
fifty for a flag of five stripes, etc. 

The children are divided into three groups, the Red, 
the White, and the Blue. The Red are dressed all in 
red, the White in white, and the Blue in blue. 

There is music, if possible, to march to and to ac¬ 
company the singing. 

[The Red march in, single file, and round and round 
the stage in a wide circle while they sing. Also, once 
around before they begin to sing and once after they 
are through singing.'] 


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The Red : 


Song of the Colors. 

Music by Jean Elizabeth Van Dyke, 


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[The Ked stand still in a wide circley a space be¬ 
tween every two of them. The White march in, 
single file, and round and round in a circle, singing 
and winding in and out among the Red, who remain 
still, as in Diagram 1. Also, they march once around 
before beginning to sing and once after singing.] 



The White: 2 

We’re the spotless of Old Glory, 

We’re the White and we’re the pure, 
We uphold our country’s honor 
With ideals that endure; 

When the Red go forth to battle, 

We’re the cause for which they fight, 
Not aggrandizement nor power. 

But for justice and the right. 

We’re the White 

And the White ones are the pure, 
We’re the White, 

’Tis the White ones that assure 


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The flag of Freedom’s sons, 

The Stars and Stripes supreme, 

Where there’s dishonor. 

There it shall not stream. 

Hurrah then 

For the pure ones are the White, 

See their eyes 
Fixed with a steady light 
Upon the goal to keep 

Fore’er unsoiled and bright 
The triple colors of America. 

[The White stand stilly a White next to every 
Red, leaving a space between every two and two. 
The Blue march in and round and round, singing 
and winding in and out of the circle, as in Diagram 2. 
Also, they march once around before and once after 
singing.] 



Diagram No. 2 


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The Blue : 3 

We’re the navy of Old GUory, 

We’re the Blue and we’re the true, 
True to honor and our country, 

True in all we say and do; 

Loyal to our country’s banner. 

To ourselves and to our God, 

To the Army and the Navy, 

To the boys beneath the sod. 


We’re the Blue 

And the Blue ones are the true. 
We’re the Blue, 

’Tis the Blue ones that imbue 
The flag of Freedom’s sons, 

The Stars and Stripes supreme. 
With fealty in 

Ev’ry thread and seam. 



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Diagram No. 3 


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Hurrah then 

For the true ones are the Blue, 
See them join 

The colors in review; 

As well as brave and pure 
Forever shall be true 

The triple colors of America. 


[The Blue stand still, a Blue between every White 
and Bed, making the circle, Bed, White, and Blue; 
Bed, White, and Blue, etc., as in Diagram 3. While 
all sing the last stanza, they break up the circle and 
march until they have formed the flag in the center 
of the stage, as in Diagram 4. When they are all in 
place, they drop to the floor. This position is held 
as a tableau after their singing has ceased and while 
**The Star Spangled Banner’* is played. One stanza 
of it may be sung by the audience if liked.] 


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Diagram No. 4 


The Red, the White, and the Blue: 

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We’re the colors of Old Glory, 

We’re the Red, the White, the Blue, 
We’re the emblems of our country. 
We’re the brave, the pure, the true; 












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We will never, never falter, 

We will never bring disgrace 
On the banner we ’re a part of. 

Each one in his proper place. 

We’re the colors 

Of our country’s flag; 

It shall never, 

Never, never drag 
The dust of cowardice. 

Be stained by doubtful deed, 

Nor be exploited 
In disloyal greed. 

Hurrah then 

For the Red of braver37. 

For the White, 

The white of purity. 

Hurrah then for the Blue, 

The blue of constancy. 

The triple colors of America. 

[Tableau and ^‘The Star Spangled Banner,^^] 

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CENSORED 

By SOMEPLE. 

[A Beading for a girl. In her hands she has a 
letter, the envelope conspicuously marked along the 
top or one end with a printed Opened hy Censor 
89 .*^] 

At last I Ve got a letter! 

No more shall I repine 
And wait and watch and hunger 
And long for just a line— 

I see it has been opened 
By Censor 89. 

[She scrutinizes the superscription and postmark.] 

The postmark and address are 
All blotted by design, 

I wonder how’ the mailman 

Could guess that it was mine— 

I only know ’twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 

[She draws out the letter, containing many blotted 
out words and lines, and puzzles over it as she turns 
it this way and that, squinting and scowling.] 

I Tvonder where he wrote it, 

I can T make out that line; 

I wonder w^hen he wrote it. 

The date’s a Chinese sign— 

I only know ’twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 

The salutation’s blotted. 

Am I his own divine 
And darling little sweetheart, 

Or just Dear Caroline?— 

I only know ’twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 


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To blots and scratched out places 
His pages all incline, 

I canT guess what he writes of, 

The trenches? Me? The kine?— 

I only know ’twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 

Ilis compliment in closing 
Is just a hen-tracked line, 

It might be Yours forever. 

Again Forever thine— 

I only know Twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 

His name I can T decipher. 

It’s just a daubed design. 

Did brother, friend, or sweetheart 
Indite this note of mine?— 

I only know ’twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 

[/She sighs as she returns the letter to the envelope.] 

Ah, well, I’ve had a letter! 

No more must I repine 
And wait and watch and hunger 
And long for just a line. 

Though all I know ’twas Opened 
By Censor 89. 


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WHEN THE BAND PLAYS “OVER THERE” 

(A Musical Reading.) 

By SOMEPLE. 

[The reciter is a girl. She leans hack in an arm¬ 
chair, her elbow on the arm, her chin in her hand, 
dreaming of war days. Before she speaks, ^^Over 
There*^ is played softly by the school orchestra, or on 
the piano or phonograph. The girl absently taps 
the floor with her foot in time to the tune. Also, at 
the end of each stanza a bar or two of ‘^Over There** 
is coftly played amd the girl again taps her foot in 
time. A fireplace before the girVs chair and semi¬ 
darkness of the room would give a dreamy touch to 
the scene.] 

Still I see the soldiers marching 
Down the street, 

Still I hear the tramping, tramping 
Of their feet. 

Mingled with the sidewalk clapping 
For the olive drab they wear 

And the flag unfurled above them. 

When the band plays “Over There.” 

Still I see them board the transports, 

’Tis good-by. 

They are bound for France to conquer— 

Or to die; 

Still I see the wives and sweethearts 
And the mothers hide despair 

With a smile or merry laughter. 

When the band plays “Over There.” 

Still I see the homefolk waiting, 

Anxious-eyed, 

For the word the boys have reached 
The other side; 


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Still I read of U-boat dangers, 

Still of convoys constant care, 

Till word comes the boys have landed. 
When the band plays ‘‘Over There/’ 

Still I see the foreign-postmarked 
Letters then, 

Jesting, jibing, jolly letters 
From our men; 

Still I see the homefolk mailing 
Bulky envelopes that bear 

All the consequential home news. 

When the band plays “Over There.” 

Still I’m rolling bandages 
And making masks, 

Knitting socks, and doing all 
Those war-time tasks; 

Still I trace the line of battle. 

Still with yesterday’s compare, 

Still I scan the lists each morning. 

When the band plays “Over There.” 

Still I hear the drums and see 
The bunting fly. 

Still the bells peal from the steeples 
To the sky; 

Still I’m in the throngs collecting. 

Bands are out and torches flare 

For the doughboys home victorious. 
When the band plays “Over There.” 

All the years since 1918 
Drop away, 

And I’m back in gripping, thrilling 
Yesterday, 

With its sacrifice and spirit. 

Doing more than each one’s share. 

Tears for graves across the water. 
When the band plays “Over There.” 


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WAR SAVING STAMPS 

(A Song.) 

[Enter any number of girls dressed in green with 
the letters W. S. S. cut from white paper pasted on 
front of costume. Sing following verses to dune of 
**Comin* Through the Rye.^^] 

1 . 

We were stamps of vast importance 
Everybody knows. 

Every sale of us, remember, 

Helped defeat the foes. 

2 

You saved pennies, dimes and quarters, 

Saved them constantly 
Till you had enough to buy us. 

In great quantity. 

3 

Saving Stamps you all did purchase. 

Helped the war to win. 

Showed the Sammies we were with them; 
Brought them home again. 

— Selected. 

TWO LITTLE PATRIOTS 

(A Dialog for a first grade boy and girl.) 

By Elizabeth F. Guptill. 

Boy : 

I’m a little soldier brave. 

Girl: 

And a Red Cross Nurse am I. 


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Both : 

We both our Country dear will serve, 
For her we ’ll do or die. 

Boy: 

What! Do I see you smiling? 

Girl: 

You think we’re pretty small? 


Both : 

Well, just you wait till we grow up. 
Then watch us, sir, that’s all 1 


THE BUGLER 

(A Dialog.) 

By SOMEPLE. 

TAPS 

Oh, boy, the bugler was the lad. 

To him we doffed our caps, 

When at the wind-up of the day 
He gayly sounded Taps! 

REVEILLE 

But, oh, he got our sentiments 
In quite another way, 

When in the early, surly dawn 
He sounded Reveille! 

[For two hoys in overseas caps and with bugles. 
After the first has given his verse, he sounds Taps, 
closes his eyes, and snores ecstatically. Then the 
second gives his verse, sounds Reveille, and yawns 
prodigiously.\ 


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YOUNG PATRIOTS 

(A Dialog.) 

[Boy comes on stage and recites the following 

verses] : 

There was a call for patriots 
From over this broad land. 

Whoever did his best to help 
Was true to Uncle Sam. 

Now boys could not to battle go 
But some things we could do; 

And so we did it with good will 
And patriotism, too. 

The soldier boys had to be fed, 

The Allies across the sea. 

And since the crops must increased be 
Twas up to the boys and me. 

We were not strong enough to plow, 

But horses we could drive. 

And the ground we plowed and harrowed well 
And furrowed on every side. 

We fertilized it, and dropped the seeds. 

And covered them up with care. 

And don’t you think for a minute, boys. 

That our work was ended there. 

When the sun and the rain the seed had swelled. 
And it pushed up to the light. 

Came the time when we soldiers had to be. 

For we had enemies to fight. 

And it was’nt so easy you’d better believe. 

When you wanted to fish or play. 

To just buckle down to good steady work 
And wrestle with weeds all day. 


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And the bugs! The watchword was “Fight to the 
Death’M 

And we watched for them all the time. 

For if they once got ahead of us 

Our crops’d have failed, yours and mine. 

Well, hoeing and digging has made us strong, 

And we did find some time to play. 

And when harvest time came and grain piled high 
We knew that effort did pay. 

[Girl runs on stage and continues recitation] : 

And all the girls were patriots too, 

And helped the boys in their work. 

Don’t turn up your nose [hoy looks haughtily away], 
you know we did. 

From duty we never did shirk. 

And when some crops were ready to can 
The girls took care of them then; 

We canned and dried, and preserved as well. 

Now, honestly, didn’t we, Ben? 

[Boy turns and takes GirVs hand, both recite] : 

Hurrah! Hurrah! For the soldiers true. 

The bulwark of our nation. 

No finer patriots than they 
You’ll find in all creation. 


— Selected. 


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UNCLE SAM’S BEST 

By SOMEPLE. 

(A playlet for seven hoys and five girls.) 

CHARACTERS 

Boys: 

Uncle Sam, tall and slim. 

Sammy, little. 

Johnny Doughboy, a soldier. 

Jack Tar, a sailor. 

Silas Hotchkiss, a farmer. 

Larry, a schoolboy. 

Tobe Tinker, a tin peddler. 

Girls : 

Rhea Pattison, a Red Cross nurse. 

Rose Lane, a society belle. 

Mrs. Babcock, a mother. 

Patsy, a schoolgirl. 

Aunt Letty, an old, old lady. 

COSTUMES 

Uncle Sam is in the customary costume. 

Sammy is barefooted and has on a soldier hat of red, 
white and blue paper. He carries a drum and a 
little flag and sports the rank of captain. 

Johnny Doughboy is in khaki and carries a gun. 
Jack Tar is in sailor’s blue and shoulders a gun. 

Silas Hotchkiss is in overalls and big straw hat and 
carries a gad. 

Larry and Patsy swing dinner pails and schoolbooks 
on straps. 


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Tohe Tinker U in a, picturesque assortment of gar¬ 
ments and has a string of tin pans, spoons, skil¬ 
lets, etc., dangling about his neck. 

Eiiea Pattison is in Red Cross nurse’s uniform. 

Rose Lane is arrayed in the latest fashion of party 
gowns, slippers and jewels. She flirts a fan. 

Mrs. Babcock wears a house dress and a big-checked 
apron tied about her ample waist. Her hands, 
face and apron are floury and she has two big 
cookies and a cooky cutter in her hands. 

Aunt Letty is in old-fashioned, old-lady costume. 
She has knitting needles, yarn and a half-finished 
gray sock. 


THE PLAY 

[Uncle Sam is seated in the center of the stage. 
In his lap are twelve little rosettes of red, white and 
blue ribbon in a little heap. In his hand is a long 
strip of paper covered with names, which he has just 
unrolled. He is looking at the paper and running his 
fingers through the rosettes when Sammy runs in.'\ 

Sammy: ’Lo, Uncle Sam! What you got there? 

Uncle Sam : Badges, Sammy. 

Sammy : Badges I Badges for whom ? 

Uncle Sam: For Uncle Sam’s Best. 

Sammy: Your best! What d’jmu mean. Uncle 
Sam? 

Uncle Sam : It is an order, Sammy, to which only 
those can belong who serve their Uncle Sam the very 
best they know how. 

Sammy : Oh! [Be picks up a rosette and pins it 
on himself and theyi twists and squints to see how it 
looks.] The badges are jimdandy! Wish one of them 


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was for me! What you doing with them now, Uncle 
Sam? 

Uncle Sam : I was just going to run over my lists, 
Sammy, now the war is won and over. I did not have 
time to keep them up while the fighting was going on. 
I must call off everybody’s name and then whoever 
can show he has been of distinguished service to his 
Uncle Sam through the war shall have a badge be¬ 
stowed upon him and he will be one of Uncle Sam’s 
Best. 

Sammy [putting the rosette he had pinned on him¬ 
self hack ivith the others] : Oh, hurry up and begin. 
Uncle Sam! I want to see who get the badges. Can’t 
I pin ’em on? 

Uncle Sam: All right. I am ready. Y^s, yes, 
you can pin them on, Sammy—on the deserving. 
[Tie consults his paper. Sammy sits on his heels 
close hy.] Johnny Doughboy! 

Johnny Doughboy [marching in and saluting] : 
Uncle Sam? 

Uncle Sam [looking him up and down]: H’m! 
You are a soldier, I take it, Johnny Doughboy. 

Johnny Doughboy : I am. Uncle Sam. 

Uncle Sam : Well, then, Johnny Doughboy, what 
did you do as a soldier to serve your Uncle Sam 
through the war? 

Johnny Doughboy : 

I took my gun 
Across the sea 
And used it for 
Humanity. 

Like this! [He shoots off his gun.] 

Uncle Sam: Good, Johnny Doughboy! You are 
pne of Unele Saip’s Be$t! Pin 9 badge on hjs coat, 


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Sammy! [Sammy pins a rosette on his coat and he 
steps aside. Uncle Sam consults his paper. He does 
this before calling each name.] Rhea Pattison! 

Rhea Pattison [entering and halting before Uncle 
Sam in alert nurse manner] : Uncle Sam? 

Uncle Sam [looking her up and down]: H’m! 
You are a Red Cross nurse, I take it, Rhea Pattison. 

Rhea Pattison : I am. Uncle Sam. 

Uncle Sam: Well, then, Rhea Pattison, what did 
you do as a Red Cross nurse to serve your Uncle 
Sam through the war? 

Rhea Pattison: 

Behind the front linens 
Flare and noise, 

I bandaged up 

Our wounded boys. 

Like this! [She kneels, pulls a bandage from her 
pocket, and deftly bandages one of Sammy^ s toes.] 

Uncle Sam : Good, Rhea Pattison! You are one 
of Uncle Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on her apron, 
Sammy! [Sammy pins a rosette on the bib of her 
apron and she takes her place beside Johnny Dough¬ 
boy.] Jack Tar! 

Jack Tar. [entering with the sailor’s rolling walk 
and saluting sailor fashion] : Ahoy, Uncle Sam! 

Uncle Sam [looking him up and down]: H’m! 
You are a sailor, I take it, Jack Tar. 

Jack Tar : That I am. Uncle Sam. 

Uncle Sam: Well, then. Jack Tar, what did you 
do as a sailor to serve your Uncle Sam through the 
war? 


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Jack Tar; 

I figured in 

Some battle scenes 
As one of Uncle Sam^s 
Marines. 

Like this ! [He uses his gun, sailor fashion.] 

Uncle Sam: Good, Jack Tar! You are one of 
Uncle Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on his blouse, Sammy! 
[Sammy pins a rosette on his blouse and he takes his 
place beside Rhea Pattison.] Rose Lane! 

Rose Lane [airily dancing in and curtsying pret¬ 
tily] : Call me, Uncle Sam? 

Uncle Sam [looking her up and doum] : I did. 
II’m! You are a society belle, I take it. Rose Lane. 

Rose Lane : Righto! 

Uncle Sam : Well, then. Rose Lane, what did you 
do as a society belle to serve your Uncle Sam through 
the war? 

Rose Lane [pirouetting and flirting her fan] : 

Presiding over 
Soup tureens, 

I aired my French 
In Y canteens. 

Like this! [She stops whirling and, cupping one 
hand, she pretends with a pretty curtsy and a Mais 
oui to hand Uncle Sam a cup of soup. He cups one 
hand and pretends to take the soup, which he blows, 
tastes and finally drinks to the last drop with a smack 
of his lips.] 

Uncle Sam: Good, Rose Lane! You are one of 
Uncle Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on her frills, Sammy! 
[Sammy pins a rosette on her frills and she takes her 
place beside Jack Tar.] Silas Hotchkiss! 


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Silas Hotchkiss [entering and pulling at his hat] : 
Howdy, Uncle Sam! You called me? 

Uncle Sam [looking him up and down] : I did. 
H’m! You are a farmer, I take it, Silas Hotchkiss. 

Silas Hotchkiss : Correct, Uncle Sam 1 

Uncle Sam: Well, then, Si, what did you do as 
a farmer to serve your Uncle Sam through the war? 

Silas Hotchkiss: 

I raised more grain 
For overseas 
To feed the boys 
And refugees. 

Like this! [He cracks his gad and goes through 
motions of plowing for a few paces and then pulls up 
his team icith a Whoa — hack!] 

Uncle Sam : Good, Si! You are one of Uncle 
Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on his overalls, Sammy! 
[Sammy pins a rosette on the hih of his overalls and 
he takes his place beside Rose Lane.] Mrs. Babcock! 

Mrs. Babcock [entering and curtsying] : What’s 
wanted. Uncle Sam? 

Uncle Sam [looking her up and down']: H’m! 
You are a mother, I take it, Mrs. Babcock. 

Mrs. Babcock : The dear man’s right! There’s 
Mary and Susanna that’s married. And Don and 
Jamie that’s not got home yet. And Tillie and 
Margy that’s not back yet either. And Michael that’s 
at college. And Bob and Bab, the twins. 

Uncle Sam: Well, then, Mrs. Babcock, what did 
you do as a mother to serve your Uncle Sam through 
the war? 

Mrs. Babcock [shaking her head deprecatingly] : 
Not much. Uncle Sam. Besides seeing Don and Jamie 
and Tillie and Margy off. 


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65 


I only kept 

The home fires burning 
Against my boys^ 

And girls’ returning. 

Have a cooky, Sammy! Have one, Uncle Sam! 
They’re hot from the oven. [She gives them her two 
cookies. They bite into them hungrily.] 

Uncle Sam: Good, Mrs. Babcock! You are one 
of Uncle Sams very Best! Pin two badges on her 
bodice, Sammy! [Sammy pins two rosettes on the 
waist of her dress and she takes her place beside 
Silas Hotchkiss.] Larry! Patsy! 

Larry and Patsy [running in, hand in hand] : 
Uncle Sam? 

Uncle Sam [looking them up and down] : H’m! 
You are schoolchildren, I take it, Larry and Patsy. 

Larry AND Patsy : Yes, sir. Uncle Sam. We have 
just come from school this very minute. 

Uncle Sam: Well, then, Larry and Patsy, what 
did you do as schoolchildren to serve your Uncle Sam 
through the war? 

Larry and Patsy: 

From Candyland 
We turned our head 
And bought War 

Savings Stamps instead. 

See! [They pull cards filled with the stamps out 
of their books and proudly show them.] 

Uncle Sam: Good, Larry and Patsy! You are 
two of Uncle Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on Larry’s 
jacket and another on Patsy’s pinafore, Sammy! 
[Sammy pins rosettes on Larry^ s jacket^ and Patsy’s 
pinafore and they take their places beside Mrs. Bab¬ 
cock.] Tobe Tinker! 


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Tobe Tinker [entering with a great rattle of his 
tinware and pulling off his cap with a jtourish] : 
G’mornin’, Uncle Sam! 

Uncle Sam [looking him up and down]: H’m! 
You are a workingman, I take it, Tobe Tinker. 

Tobe Tinker [with a grand gesture] : A working¬ 
man! Well, yes, maybe. Uncle Sam. A peddler o’ 
pots an’ pans for the housewives, bless ’em, sir. 

Uncle Sam: Well, then, Tobe Tinker, what did 
you do as a workingman to serve your Uncle Sam 
through the war? 

Tobe Tinker: 

The wife an’ me 
Indeed was glad 
To buy a bond 
With all we had. 

See! [He pulls a hond out of an inside pocket and 
waves it proudly.] 

Uncle Sam: Good, Tobe Tinker! You are one of 
Uncle Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on his waistcoat, 
Sammy! [Sammy pins a rosette on his waistcoat and 
he takes his place heside Patsy.] Aunt Letty! 

Aunt Letty [entering, curtsying and dropping her 
hall of yarn in a fluster] : Whatty? 

Uncle Sam [looking her up and down]: H’m! 
You are a home body, I take it. Aunt Letty. 

[Sammy goes after the hall of yarn and returns it 
to her.] 

Aunt Letty: Thank ye, Sammy. You’re a good 
boy. A home body? That’s just what I be, Samuel. 
Here’s a peppermint, Sammy. 

[Sammy pops the peppermint into his mouth.] 


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67 


Uncle Sam: Well, then, Aunt Letty, what did 
you do as a home body to serve your Uncle Sam 
through the w^ar? 

Aunt Letty [knitting very fast, curtsying and 
dropping her yarn again\ : 

Socks and sweaters, 

Sam, I knit. 

And filled full many 
A comfort kit. 

Dear, dear, you’ve made me go and drop a stitch, 
Samuel, with your talking! [Sammy recovers her 
yarn for her again.] Thank ye, Sammy. You’re a 
splendid boy. 

Uncle Sam: Good, Aunt Letty! You are one of 
Uncle Sam’s Best! Pin a badge on her shawl, Sammy! 
[Sammy pins a rosette on her shawl.] 

Aunt Letty : Ain’t that pretty now ? Thank ye, 
Samuel. Here’s another peppermint, Sammy. One, 
two, three, four, narrow,— 

[She takes her place heside Tore Tinker. Sammy 
pops the second peppermint into his mouth. Uncle 
Sam rolls up his list of names.] 

Uncle Sam: There, Sammy, that is done! And 

Everyone questioned 
Has passed the test. 

All belong now to 
Uncle Sam’s best! 

Sammy [holding up the remaining rosette] : There’s 
one badge left. Uncle Sam. 

Uncle Sam lY] : So there is. . . . H’m! 

You are only a little boy, aren’t you, Sammy? 

Sammy [sighing]: That’s all. Uncle Sam, 


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Uncle Sam : But little boys can do things that 
will help them to grow up to be big men to serve 
their Uncle Sam some day. What did you do through 
the war, Sammy, to help you to grow up to be a big 
man to serve your Uncle Sammy some day? 

Sammy : 

My drum I beat. 

My horn I tooted, 

Till all the gang 
I had recruited. 

And then I drilled 
My company 
To guard our homes, 

While oversea 

Our brothers fought. 

And I was stand- 
Ard bearer, captain, 

And the band. 

[He jumps up, heats his drum, waves his flag and 
cries Left, right!] 

Uncle Sam [jumping up] : Good, Sammy! You 
are one of Uncle Sam’s very Best! Come here and 
I will pin this badge on your roundabout with my 
own hands! 

[Sammy stands still and he pins the last rosette on 
his jacket. Then Sammy takes his place heside 
Johnny Doughboy at the head of the line. He heats 
his drum and Uncle Sam^s Best march after him hy 
two^s, soldier and. nurse, sailor and helle, etc. As 
they march ahotct Uncle Sam they sing the follow- 


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Unde Sam's Best 


Music by Jeau Elizabeth Van Dyke. 


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A-rah for Un-cle Sam, and An-oth-er for our land, 



Be - hind them for-ev - er [In serv-ice we stand. 



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CURTAIN 














































































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WHEN THE ARMISTICE WAS SIGNED 

(A play in three scenes for almost any number of children.) 

By SOMEPLE. 

CHARACTERS 

Bud, a little boy, Captain of Bud’s Reserves. 

Sandy, a little boy, Sergeant in Bud’s Reserves. 

John Henry George Lewis, a little black boy, a pri¬ 
vate in Bud’s Reserves. 

Bud’s Reserves, a group of little boys. 

Captain Wellington, a tall boy, a hometown soldier 
just back from overseas. 

Other Soldiers, just back from overseas, a group of 
tall boys. 

Nan, a little girl, head of Nan’s Volunteers. 

Amy May, the Volunteer the others practice on. 

Nan’s Volunteers, a group of little girls, banded 
under Nan’s leadership to become Red Cross 
nurses. 

Nurse Annamarie, a tall girl, a Red Cross nurse. 

Other Red Cross Nurses, a group of tall girls. 

COSTUMES 

Bud and His Reserves. —They wear little overseas 
caps of brown paper. Bud and Sandy also flaunt 
the decorations of their rank. The Reserves’ 
arms may be boys’ guns or broomsticks. One of 
the Reserves is the Drummer. He has a drum 
instead of a gun. Another is the Flag Bearer. 
He has a tiny Stars and Stripes instead of a 
gun. John Henry George Lewis has blacked 
hands, face and feet. His hair is ruffled and 
bright-hued, tattered garments cover him. 


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Captain Wellington and the Other Returned 
Soldiers. —They have on scout suits and over¬ 
seas caps and have guns and kits. Captain Wel¬ 
lington has the insignia of his rank. One of the 
Soldiers has a large and beautiful Stars and 
Stripes. 

Nan and Her Volxjnteers. —White nurses’ aprons 
and caps, decorated with red crosses. 

Nurse Annamarie and the Other Red Cross 
Nurses. —They are in regulation Red Cross uni¬ 
forms and caps. Nurse Annamarie’s shows su¬ 
perior rank. 

SETTING 

Scene I.—Bud ’s back yard. 

Scene II.—Nan’s playroom. 

Scene III.—^A road outside of town. 

THE PLAY 
Scene I 

[Bud, on an overturned keg, is polishing his gun, 
his cap pushed hack.] 

Bud: There! Won’t that make the enemy blink 
though? [He holds his gun at arm’s length and gazes 
at it admiringly. Then he lays it across his knees.] 
Why don’t the boys come ? Sandy’s been gone hours 1 
[Ostentatiously he consults the watch at his wrist, a 
cardboard dial on a shoe string.] I sent him to round 
up the bunch at ’leven minutes to nine an’ here it’s 
fifteen minutes to ten already! [Sandy runs in, his 
gun under his arm, his cap awry.] Huh! You’re 
back at last! Did you find ’em all, Sandy ? 

Sandy: I did, Bud! An’they’re all cornin’. John 
Henry George Lewis mayn’t be here soon as the rest, 
though, for he’s got three washin’s to tote home first 
he said. 


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Bud [pulling his cap forward and dusting off his 
clothes] : That’s good. I tell you, Sandy, I’ve got 
something ’portant to c’mmunicate to the Reserves. 
You bein’ an officer I s’pose I might tell you while 
we wait for ’em. 

Sandy: O’ course, Bud, you’d ought to tell me 
first! Officers always c ’nfer together, you know. 

Bud: Well, last night I heard the men talkin’ to 
the store when I was there buyin’ corn syrup for 
mother. 

Sandy: You did! About us. Bud? 

Bud: Not ’xactly. About the A. E. F., Sandy. 
They said— 

A Reserve [outside]: Hi, there. Bud! I’m 
cornin’! 

[He runs in at the right. Then another Reserve 
runs in at the left. Then others, together and shigly, 
at the left and the right, whooping and calling, till 
all Bud’s Reserves hut John Henry George Lewus 
have collected. They stand about the yard and perch 
on boxes, the fence and the doorsteps, rubbing their 
guns and straightening their caps.] 

A Reserve : What’s up. Bud ? Why the special ? 
This afternoon’s the reg’lar time, ain’t it? 

Another Reserve: Yep, Bud, what’s up? 

Another: You ain’t had orders from Washing¬ 
ton to mobilize us, have you. Bud? 

Bud: No, I ain’t, Sam. But it’s ’most the same 
thing. The men to the store was talkin’ last night 
an’ they— But wait! I guess I’d ought to tell you 
as your Captain an’ not just me. [He stands up, 
very erect and soldierly.] Fall in line! Attention! 
[The Reserves jump up and quickly form in line, 
stiffly erect, salute and stand at attention. Bud’s 


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voice takes on curt, officerlike tones.] The latest word 
from the front is extremely discouraging. More men 
are needed immediately. We are going across at 
once to help the A. E. F. and the Allies win the 
war. 

A Reserve: Hip, hip, hurrah! [He tosses up his 
gun.] 

Another Reserve : But darest we go without 
orders from Washington? 

Sandy: Don’t worry! We’ll get our orders by 
the time we ’rive in France. 

The Reserve Next to Sandy : But ma— 

Sandy [nudging him violently] : Shut up! What 
if yer ma does say you can’t go? Ain’t Bud yer 
capt ’n ? 

Bud [loftily disregarding the interruptions]: We 
will now have one last drill before we set out for 
France and go through all our maneuvers once. Pre¬ 
sent arms! 

[There follows a drill hy the Reserves, salute, stack 
arms, shoulder arms, fire, forward march, about face, 
etc., also, marching in two^s and in formation, to the 
sharp commands of Bud. For the most part the 
Reserves go through their movements with the nice 
precision of well-trained soldiers, hut once or twice 
some hoy gets his musket in the wrong hand or wheels 
in the wrong direction and is nudged hy a com¬ 
panion. The Drummer heats march time and the 
Flag Bearer waves his flag aloft.] 

Note: “A Gun Drill,” by Alice Fuller, gives drill for¬ 
mations and manual of arms. Price, 25 cents. Order from 
the publishers of this book. 

Bud: Great! That’s the best we’ve drilled yet, 
boys! Ain’t it, Sandy? 


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[He comes down to his ordinary manner of speech 
with these words.} 

Sandy [throwing up his gun] : You bet you, Bud! 
[Rememhering himself, he catches his gun quickly and 
salutes.] Oh,—I—oh,—yes, sir, Capt’n. 

Bud [resiiming his dignity] : Shoulder arms! For¬ 
ward march! 

The Reserve Next to Sandy: Where to? 

Sandy [nudging him]: Shut up! To France o’ 
course 1 Where else ? 

[The hoys march in formation about the stage, Bud 
in the lead, and then out at the left, singing as they 
march to the tune Yankee Doodle.’^] 

Bud and His Reserves: 

1 

We’re on our A-E-Fward way. 

The world is apprehensive; 

We’ll end this war in seven days 
With our abrupt offensive. 

CHORUS 

Wave the Red and White and Blue, 

Left and right and left and right; 

It’s the flag for me and you. 

Left and right and left and— 

2 

Allies and A. E. F., take cheer. 

No longer be downhearted; 

We’ll end this war at once when we 

Get there, and, oh, we’ve started! 

CHORUS 

[Just as the last Reserve goes out at the left, John 
Henry George Lewis runs in at the right, his cap 
crooked, his tatters flying.] 


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John Henry George Lewis : Hi, tnere, boys! Hi, 
there, Bud! Hi, Sandy! Wait for me! I’m comin’i 
I want to go to France, too! [He runs across to the 
left. Halfway he stops.] Shucks! I’ve gone and 
forgot my gun! Hi, Bud! I’ve forgot my gun! 
Can I go without? I can use yours! Yuh don’t 
shoot it anyways ’cause you’re captain! 

Bud [outside] : All right! Never mind it! Come 
on ! Hurry up ! Double-quick it, John Henry George 
Lewis! ' 

[John Henry George Lewis ^^double-quicks it^* 
out at the left after the Reserves.] 

Scene II 

[Nan and her Volunteers are holding a class in 
Red Cross first aid. Dolls and playthings are un¬ 
ceremoniously pushed aside out of the way. Amy May 
is on a couch in the middle of the room, being band¬ 
aged, head, arms, ankles, by the other girls under 
Nan^s supervision.] 

Nan [illustrating] : This is how you make a— 
what do you call it?—to stop the bleeding when— 

Amy May: Ouch! 

Nan : There! Oh, girls, when I took the comfort 
squares we’d knitted to Miss Thomilson last night, 
I heard the war workers talking, and— 

A Volunteer: What about? The war? 

Nan: Yes, and the Red Cross. 

Another Volunteer: What did they say. Nan? 

Nan: Things are very discouraging now Over 
There, somebody said. 

Another Volunteer: Perhaps they need more 
nurses. 

Another: Maybe that’s it. 


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Another: I wish we could go across! 

Another: So do I! 

Another: I wash our orders would come from 
headquarters! 

Amy May : If you ’re through with me, you might 
unwind some of these bandages. 

Nan [sighing] : I suppose we must wait our turn. 
We have our application in, anyway. 

A Volunteer: Listen! What’s that? 

[She runs to the door or a window and looks out, 
followed by two or three other girls.] 

Another Volunteer: What is it, Betty? 

The Volunteer to Eun First: Bud’s Eeserves! 
They’re— 

Nan [running to a window] : Listen! 

[All the Volunteers crowd about the door and 
windows, but Amy May. She struggles to get up and 
free of her many and hindering bandages.] 

Amy Maa^: Oh, Nan! Euth! Somebody! Cut 
some of these rags off me so I can see, too I 

[She finally hops and limps over to the nearest 
window, where she leans on a chair for support. Out¬ 
side, Bud’s Eeserves repeat their song of Scene I, 
softly at first as if approaching down the street, louder 
then as if passing the house, softly again as if receding 
in the distance up the street. The drum and tramp 
of feet are heard in like maimer. As the singers pass, 
the girls clap their hamds and wave squares of gauze 
and bandages. When the singing has ceased, they 
return to work, rolling bandages and cutting surgical 
dressings. Amy May tugs at her bandages.] 

A Volunteer: I wish I was a boy! 

Another Volunteer: So do I! 


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Another: I wouldn’t mind being a girl if only I 
could follow the boys to France and be a really, truly 
nurse. 

Nan [jumping up] : Let^s! 

A Volunteer: Let’s what? 

Nan: Follow the boys to France and be really, 
truly nurses. 

Another Volunteer [jumping up] : Oh, let’s! 

Another: But Avhat about headquarters? 

Another: Oh, our orders to go will probably 
arrive by the time we get to France. 

Another: But our mothers! 

Another : Our mothers must give us to our coun¬ 
try same as Bud’s and Sandy’s and John Henry 
George Lewis’s and all the rest of them. When ’ll we 
start. Nan? 

Nan: Now! [Quickly, hut neatly, they put aivay 
their work, straighten their caps, and smooth their 
aprons. Then Nan, in good imitation of Bud’s im¬ 
portant manner takes the lead, snatching up a small 
Red Cross banner and waving it.] Left, right! Form 
in line ! Forward march! 

[Her Volunteers fall into some formation and 
follow her about the stage in brisk march and then 
out at the left, singing to the tune Yankee Doodle.^* 
All but Amy ]\Iay, who is still trying to get out of 
her encumbering bandages.] 

Nan and Her Volunteers: 

1 

We’re on our useful way to France 
To join the Red Cross nurses, 

To tend our soldiers when they’re hurt 
And suffer from reverses. 


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CHORUS 

Wave the white flag crossed with red, 

Left anl right and left and right; 

It’s the fli.g ’neath which to tread, 

Left and right and left and— 

2 

The hoys will know when we arrive 
Across the sea in Flanders; 

’Twon’t be a jiff before they find 
Out who are their commanders! 

CHORUS 

Amy May [as the last Volunteer goes out] : Wait! 
Oh, Nan! I can’t get out of these rags! Somebody 
help me! Wait! I want to go to France, too! 

Nan [outside] : Never mind the bandages, Amy 
May! Come on with them on! Hurrv up, Amy 
May! 

[Amy May hops and limps out at the left, pulling 
at her bandages, lengths of gauze trailing after her 
and tripping her up.] 


Scene III 

[Several weeks later. Along the sides of the road 
Bud and his Reserves and Nan and her Volunteers 
recline listlessly. Footballs, hoops and roller skates 
are scattered about. Captain Wellington and the 
Other Returned Soldiers enter at the left, marching 
briskly. When they come up with Bud, they halt and 
look around at the children.] 

Captain Wellington: Hello! Isn’t that Bud 
Hendricks over there? 

A Soldier : Sure enough! And there’s John Henry 
George Lewis! This is home! 


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[Bud rolls over at his name, sees the soldiers, and 
sits up.] 

Captain Wellington : I say, Bud, is this how you 
welcome a fellow just home from France? 

Bud [unwillingly rising and saluting] : So you^re 
back, Tom Wellington—I mean Capt’n? 

[The other hoys get up slowly and salute without 
interest. . Nurse Annamarie and the Other Red 
Cross Nurses enter at the Uft and come up behind 
the Soldiers.] 

Captain Wellington: What^s the matter. Bud? 
Where are those Reserves IVe been hearing so much 
of? Why aren’t they meeting the returned heroes 
with flags and drums and everything? 

Nurse Annamarie: And there’s Nan Andrews! 
Where’s your basket of roses. Nan, to strew before 
the conquerors? 

Captain Wellington: And your adored nurses. 

Nan [getting up] : Roses aren’t in blossom now. 

Captain Wellington : Oh, chrysanthemums would 
suit us just as well. 

John Henry George Lewis [reproachfully] : We 
was goin’ to be the conquerin’ heroes ourselves! 

Amy May : And the adored nurses! 

Captain Wellington and Nurse Annamarie : 
What! 

Sandy [resentfully] : What for did you have to 
go and sign any old armistice before we got there? 
We was cornin’! You might o’ waited for us, Tom 
Welling—er, Capt’n! 

Nan: You might have! 

Captain Wellington: I don’t just understand. 

Nurse Annamarie: Tell us about it, Bud. 


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Bud: Well, we heard things were not goin’ very 
well with you and the Allies and so we set out for 
France to help you win the war. Then what should 
happen but the very next day the old armistice was 
signed! 

Nan: We don’t care much any more whether you 
come back or not. You didn’t wait for us. 

A Eeserve [kiching w football aside] : ’Tain’t no 
use livin ’ any more. What’s ball after bein ’ Reserves ? 
We’re out of our job! 

A Volunteer : There’s nothing in hoops and roller 
skates after training to be nurses either. 

Captain Wellington: I see. [There is silence 
for a few moments.] But you are wrong, boys and 
girls. You are not out of your jobs. All your train¬ 
ing and drilling are going to be of much use to you 
if you will look at this matter a-right. 

Nurse Annamarie: Why, you have a bigger job 
now than before the armistice was signed. 

Sandy: What d’you mean? 

Captain Wellington : We soldiers of the A. E. P. 
have fought for our country, haven’t we? 

A Reserve: You bet you—I mean, er, yes, sir, 
Capt ’n 1 

Captain Wellington : Well, our day ended when 
the armistice was signed, yours began. There prob¬ 
ably will be no more fighting for the most of us. It 
may be up to you boys to fight America’s next war. 

Nurse Annamarie: And you girls to care for 
her next soldiers. 

Captain Wellington: Soon the United States 
will be no longer in our care. They will be in 
yours. 


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Nurse Annamarie : When the armistice was 
signed it was the same as putting our country into 
your hands. 

Captain Wellington : Let us here and now make 
formal transfer in the name of all the soldiers of 
the U. S. A. 

[Nurse Annamarie takes her place beside Captain 
Wellington, the Other Nurses grouping themselves 
behind her. Nan conies up beside Bud, the other 
girls behind her. The Other Soldiers stand behind 
Captain Wellington, the other boys back of Bud. 
Captain Wellington takes the flag from the Soldier 
'and presents it to Bud. The ceremony is carried out 
with impressive simplicity.] 

Captain Wellington: Our flag stands for our 
country. Old Glory, for which we have been brave, 
to which w^e have been loyal, under which we have 
suffered and died; Old Glory, which we love, which 
we set before home ties, in the service of which our 
day is closing and yours is commencing, we, the 
soldiers of our county and yours, we give into your 
younger hands. Our fathers guarded Old Glory well 
when it was in their care; Old Glory has not trailed 
the dust in our hands; keep it as well. 

Bud [accepting the flag] : Our flag stands for 
our country. We accept Old Glory into our care. 
As our fathers kept it, as our brothers have kept it, 
we shall keep Old Glory ever. To the boys that are 
to come after us we shall surrender it as unsoiled as 
it now is. 

[Captain Wellington, the Soldiers, Nurse Anna¬ 
marie and the Nurses step back out of the way. 
Bud remains in the middle of the stage, holding the 
flag. His Reserves, Nan, and her Volunteers, hand 
in hand, first a boy and then a girl, etc., circle about 
Bud, singing.] 


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FOR LIBERTY’S SAKE 

By Stanley M. Eowland. 

CHARACTERS 

Charles Gray, a man of middle age. 

Mrs. Gray, his wife. 

Jack Gray, their son who is of age. 

Nellie Gray, their daughter. 

Howard Chase, Jack’s chum. 

Gene Fisher, an enlisted soldier. 

Ruth Sherrod, a Red Cross nurse. 

Spirit of Democracy, a young girl. 

Spirit of Liberty, a young girl. 

Spirit of Peace, a young girl. 

ACT I 

‘‘Everywhere in America” 

[An ordinary interior. Table at center around 
which are seated Charles Gray, Mrs. Gray and their 
son Jack. Mr. Gray reading, Mrs. Gray sewing or 
knitting, and Jack reading a newspaper. Jack drops 
the paper and opens the conversation.] 

Jack: Well, father, I see where Uncle Sam is 
urging men to enlist for service in France, and it 
also says that after a certain date no man subject 
to draft can enlist. It is more than likely that I 
shall have to go as a drafted man, and I would rather 
enlist. 

Mr. Gray [dropping paper] : Well, Jack, I am 
glad to know you have the spirit of a fighter when 
fighting is necessary, but still, I would not rush 
hastily into the conflict. There is time enough yet 


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and who knows but that our lingering hopes of peace 
will be realized before your call will come. 

Jack: But some of our boys must go, father, as 
quickly as they can, to fill the vacant places in the 
lines of our Allies, for France has already bled until 
she is white and England is looking westv/ard across 
the sea for the help that must soon come. 

Mrs. Gray: Jack, why is it that you are con¬ 
tinually bringing up this war question? I hate war 
and the people who engage in it, and only broken 
homes and blasted hopes and bitter tears follow in 
its wake. No good can come out of such an evil. 
Why should you risk your life because the evil de¬ 
signs of a ruler of Europe have plunged almost the 
whole Avorld in war? Be still and get this fighting 
notion out of your head. 

Jack: I hate war also, mother, as every sane per¬ 
son should, and God hasten the day when wars shall 
be no more. But yet, we have not reached the haven 
of a lasting peace and from time to time there are 
great principles at stake that still call for a human 
sacrifice to the God of war. 

Mrs. Gray: Well, I have no patience with civi¬ 
lized nations that ought to know better, jumping at 
each other’s throats like wild animals, just because 
some iron-heeled monarch wills it so. People ought 
to have more sense. 

Jack: It is not the fact that we haven’t sense 
enough, mother, but that we allow sin and greed to 
so stitle our better selves that we do not do those 
things which a better judgment would dictate. 

Mrs. Gray : Suppose you and Howard Chase were 
to quarrel on the street and began striking each 
other. Why, the police would arrest you in five 
minutes and you would be called to account for the 


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offense. But these nations go on killing and destroy¬ 
ing with no power, apparently, that can stop them. 

Jack: But nations as well as men will some¬ 
where and sometime be called to account for the 
deeds done in the body, and the nation that is not 
founded on liberty and honor must perish from the 
earth. But, you mention Howard’s name, mother, 
and I had intended to tell you that he will enlist 
in the field artillery on next Thursday if they will 
accept him. 

Mr. Gray: What’s that? Howard going to en¬ 
list? Are you sure. Jack? 

Jack: Yes, quite sure. He told sister Nell last 
night and to-day he asked me to go with him. 

Mr. Gray: Well, I am not greatly surprised. 
Howard’s father fought with me at San Juan Hill 
and eame back with one coat sleeve empty, but not 
regretting the sacrifice. Howard is of the self-same 
stuff. 

Jack: Yes, mother, you remember that when 
President McKinley ealled for volunteers father was 
one of the first to go, and I am sure you are not 
sorry now that he helped a little, at least, in bring¬ 
ing the freedom of the Stars and Stripes to the 
down-trodden people of Cuba. Why should I not 
just as quickly answer the call of the oppressed to¬ 
day and be just as willing to battle for liberty’s 
sake? 

Mrs. Gray: The two calls are not alike. Cuba 
was a part of our own western world, and naturally 
looked to us Tor protection. But this war does not 
concern us—it belongs to Europe. 

Mr. Gray: I am afraid a mother’s love for her 
boy somewhat obseures her vision of things that may 
demand his sacrifice. But we must remember that 
to-day humanity is a great common brotherhood and 


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that we are our brother's keeper whether that brother 
be in America or in Europe, or in the faraway isles 
of the sea. 

Mrs. Gray : Oh, of course, it’s no use to talk 
to you men about war. Woman’s part is to quietly 
submit and bear the awful burdens of a silent grief. 
I am older now and had hoped that I might never 
see another war, but that hope now lies in shattered 
ruins. Suppose this war is fought to a successful 
finish as you say and that you play a part in the 
awful game, Jack, could all the success that might 
come to all the great Allied Powers of the world 
compensate me for the loss of a son if you should 
fall while fighting? No, Jack, stay here and bide 
your time. 

Jack: But, mother, if Howard goes, ought I be 
any less a man than he is? 

Mrs. Gray: No, Jack, not less a man, but per¬ 
haps a trifle less of a fighter. It is not necessary, 
my son, to be on the field of battle to prove your 
manhood. As to Howard’s enlisting, I don’t believe 
he will go. 

Jack [rising and walking over to window] : I 
should be only too glad to prove my manhood in 
other ways than in war, but when the battle is rag¬ 
ing then my proving ground is out there where the 
call is the loudest. [Looks out window.] Howard 
is coming now. He can speak for himself. 

[Enter Howard and Nell. General greeting.] 

Mr. Gray: Well, Howard, Jack tells us that you 
are thinking some of enlisting in the artillery. Of 
course, we hate to think of your going, but then your 
father was a fighter before you. 

Howard: Yes, Mr. Gray, I should count myself 
a coward to hesitate to enlist in a cause even more 
righteous than that in which my father enlisted. I 


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shall take the examination Thursday and shall re¬ 
port at once for duty. 

Nellie: Oh, I think that’s great, mother, don’t 
you? Of course, we hate to see him go, but just think 
how manly it is to be a soldier and fight for the flag 
we love. 

Mrs. Gray: Yes, that is just a thoughtless girl’s 
notion of war. Caught by the flash of uniforms and 
muskets you forget the real side of it. Suppose he 
should not come back? 

Nellie: Oh, mother, you mustn’t think of that; 
but still we know that somebody’s boys will not come 
back. But we shall ever cherish their memory as a 
sacred heritage won for us by the heroes of war. 

Mrs. Gray: Those words sound nice, of course, 
and maybe all of us would like to be heroes, but we 
don’t particularly like that way of winning the title. 
I would rather be a living hero of peace than a dead 
hero of war. 

Howard: But, Mrs. Gray, our country is now in 
war and for the time, at least, we must play the game 
of war whether we like it or not. When this dread¬ 
ful struggle is over, perhaps we can all then be true 
heroes of peace. 

Nellie: We must remember, mother, that heroes 
of peace are possible because of heroes of war. Those 
of us who have enjoyed the long periods of peace 
in our own country must never forget that that peace 
was secured at a terrible sacrifice. We are insolvent 
debtors to those who fought and died and to those 
who fought and lived at Bunker Hill and Saratoga* 
and Antietam and Gettysburg. Now it is our turn 
to fight in order that peace may become universal 
and more lasting. Oh, I wish I were a man! 

Mrs. Gray: Well, at times like the"*e T almost 
wish I was a man, too, for I sometimes think it would 


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be easier to be out on the battle line than to be at 
home watching and waiting. 

Mr. Gray : Jack has also told us that you have 
talked the matter over together, and he now awaits 
his mother’s consent to enlist with you. Much as I 
love him, I love this old flag [pointing to American 
flag] the more. Every stripe and every star in its 
silken folds speak with the patriot voices of the past, 
and for such a flag no sacrifice can be too great. Fight 
for it to the last ditch, for it’has always floated over 
fields of battle where liberty and democracy were at 
stake. May God bless you, boys, and keep you under 
the shadow of his wing. 

Jack: Well, mother, I wish you might feel as 
father does about my going, but I am sure you will 
no longer forbid me, even though you may not will¬ 
ingly consent. 

Mrs. Gray: I do not wish to be counted as one 
who does not love the country of their birth, but to 
offer my boy as a sacrififice upon the unholy altar of 
war, I never can consent to that. If you go, a mother’s 
love and a mother’s blessing will follow you to the 
ends of the earth. Further than that, God must be 
my judge. 

[Mrs. Gray breaks down and weeps.] 

Mr. Gray: A mother’s love is too strong for her 
to say go, but her heart is beating with ours. [Puts 
his hand on Jack’s and Howard’s shoulders.] ^ Go, 
and we bid you God-speed as we pledge our allegiance 
to the flag we love. 

[Mrs. Gray remains weeping. Others stand at 
salute and repeat the pledge.] 

All: pledge allegiance to my flag and the re¬ 

public for which it stands. One nation indivisible, 
with liberty and justice to all.” 


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ACT II 

^‘Somewhere in France^^ 

[Howard Chase and Gene Fisher on sentry duty 
in a dug out. Low lights. Low conversation.] 

Howard: Well, Gene, I have no trouble in keep¬ 
ing awake to-night. This was a terrible day for the 
36th. Almost half our number are lying out there 
to-night, far away from home and friends and on a 
foreign shore. Our boys followed the flag into the 
thickest of the fight and many of them never came 
out of it. My God! but war is a fearful thing, and 
to think that civilized men will engage in it! 

Gene: Yes, Howard, we must at least hope that 
some day it will be over forever and that this terrible 
struggle in which we are now engaged is helping to 
hasten that glorious day. We are here to slay and to 
kill, and yet I have a horror to-night lest my hand 
should bear the stain of blood of even one who has 
fallen on the other side to-day. 

Howard: Memories come crowding in upon my 
frenzied brain to-night, until I am almost beside my¬ 
self. I am thinking of a home across the sea where 
a father and mother and sister are anxiously waiting 
for one who will never return. And that is only one 
of millions of homes where the long hours of painful 
silence will be rudely broken by a glance at the list 
of the dead. I would not for all the world be one 
who is in any way responsible for such heart breaks, 
but if they needs must come then I will fight on to 
hasten the time when they shall be no more. I think 
even now I can hear the voices of the dead from over 
the field of battle out yonder. They seem to call to 
us and urge us onward, ever onward. 

Gene : I can • not conceive of the dead having 
voices, but there is some mysterious something that 
seems to tell us that we must not give up the cause 


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for which they have given the last full measure of 
devotion. It must be still onward for liberty's sake. 

Howard: Six brave fellows manned the gun with 
me this morning. To-night only two answered roll 
call. The others are out there under the stars and 
Jack Gray among them. A better or braver lad never 
fought than Jack. He went down in the thick of the 
fight and only after he was wounded for the third 
time. Just as we shifted our position to the ridge 
beyond the woods he raised himself feebly and mo¬ 
tioned to me as if he had some message to tell. It 
broke my heart to turn away, but I was still playing 
the game of war and couldn’t turn back. 

Gene: He will doubtless be cared for to-night by 
the ambulance corps, although they are almost worked 
to death. Some of these nurses are going day and 
night with scarce an hour of sleep and are bringing 
relief to friend and foe alike. 

Howard: Yes, strange as it may seem, when war 
has tried its best to tear and mangle, these angels of 
mercy come along and try to make men out of what’s 
left. Their work is a work of mercy and love. 

Gene: It seems so strange, Howard, that in spite 
of all the evil and wrong in the world, there is still 
so much of good and righteousness. God has intended 
that some day the good will conquer and that every¬ 
one shall live to help his fellow man. Hark! I hear 
a sound. Someone is approaching. [Both rise.] 

Howard: They are coming from the direction of 
the hospital, but it seems strange at this late hour. 

Gene: Halt! Who comes there? 

A Voice Outside: ‘‘A friend—Ruth Sherrod of 
the Red Cross.” 

Gene: Advance, friend. 

[Ruth Sherrod enters.] 


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Howard: You are out from camp late to-niglit, 
but doubtless you have found many calls after the 
deadly work of to-day. 

Ruth: Yes, our field hospital is full to overflow¬ 
ing, but we are doing the best we can until more help 
comes. I am on my way now’ to a tent w^here many 
are lying sorely w^ounded. We have no time for 
needed rest, for one can not rest when such work is 
to be done. 

Howard: Perhaps you may have administered to 
some of the members of the 36th, for many of them 
did not come back to-night. 

Ruth: I remember one fellow especially. Jack 
Gray was his name. 

Howard: Did he have any message? 

Ruth: He begged for a comrade by the name of 
Chase—Howard Chase. Do you know him? 

Howard: I am Howard Chase. 

Ruth: Then I have a message for 3mu. He was 
brought in to us too far gone for much relief, and, 
although alert and active mentally, he seemed to 
know that life was brief for him. He gave me the 
name and address of his mother and had me promise 
to write and break the new^s to her, telling her that 
he fought to the last ditch for the old flag. He also 
mentioned the name of his father and a sister Nell. 
Then there seemed to be something on his mind that 
he did not want to tell me and he asked for How^ard 
Chase. I told him that I did not know' such a per¬ 
son, and besides, it would be impossible to find him 
while the battle w'as still on. So he begged me to 
sometime find How'ard Chase and tell him if God 
spared him to bear this message to his mother back 
across the sea: ^‘Tell her,” said he, “that I plaj'ed 
the game and lost, but that I do not regret the step 
I took. I do not count my life as much, and it is only 


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one of millions that have been sacrificed to this merci¬ 
less God of war, but rising out of this sacrifice we 
can now see the sacred figures of democracy and 
liberty and peace coming to rule forever over a re¬ 
united world. May her vision of these spirits be so 
clear that she may feel them ministering to her in 
place of her boy who will not return. I did what I 
thought was right and God must be my judge.’* 
With the mention of her name he was gone. I trust 
that God will protect you and allow you to hear this 
message to the broken-hearted mother waiting over 
there. Good-night. 

CURTAIN 

ACT III 

‘‘For Liberty’s Sake” 

[Same interior as Act L Mrs. Gray seated at the 
table dozing. She soon falls asleep. Enter Spirit of 
Democracy, hearing a flag with the words, Equality 
and Justice,^’] 

Democracy : In the days of old might made right, 
and he who could oppress his fellow man was looked 
upon as his natural superior. The great institution 
of human slavery in all its forms was based upon this 
belief and for ages thousands of people were shackled 
and chained to the will and desire of others. Gradu¬ 
ally in the hearts of men there developed a sentiment 
that there were certain rights that should be common 
to all people, weak and strong alike, and that the 
weak must be sustained in such rights by the power 
of the strong. In the accomplishment of this end the 
earth has run red with human blood and the most 
costly sacrifices have been heaped upon the altar of 
equality and justice. But from this altar the spirit 
of democracy has now risen full-fledged and to-day 
stands knocking at the very last redoubts of the iron- 
heeled monarchs of the world. Down-trodden people 


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of the past are mingling their voices with the liber¬ 
ated hosts of the present to tell us that democracy is 
the cherished hope of man and is precious because of 
sacrifice. [Exit.] 

[Enter Spirit of Liberty with American flag.] 

Liberty: I am come to set the captive free, to 
loose the shackles of the bondmen and to lift down¬ 
trodden men into the glorious light of a freedom that 
is rightly theirs. I am a child of battle, born and 
nurtured amid the din and roar of musketry, chris¬ 
tened with the blood of millions of heroic men and 
women and dedicated to undying struggle for univer¬ 
sal freedom. I have never drawn the sword in a 
spirit of conquest or revenge, but in the- spirit of 
defense for the weak where the fight has neen one 
for liberty’s sake. Those things we love the most 
have cost us heavily in sacrifice and to-day people 
who have known me and have reaped tho rich rewards 
I bring, love me even unto death. The blood of my 
protectors has enriched many a sacred spot and to¬ 
day millions of silent voices cry out to me, ‘‘Onward 
—ever onward.” [Exit.] 

[Enter Spirit of Peace hearing white flag.] 

Peace: Ever since the world began, man has been 
struggling with man for supremacy, and as the years 
went on he began to dream of a time when wars 
should be no more and when peace should reign over 
the nations of the earth. In this terrible struggle 
upward the vision of this dream has never vanished, 
but like a will-o’-the-wisp it has hovered over every 
battlefield, and thence it has led on and ever on into 
the distant future. In our efforts to overtake it wreck 
and ruin have marked our pathway. Countless ranks 
of brave-hearted men have marched away to do their 
part in sacrifice to lessen the burden of other men’s 
unrighteousness. Mothers and wives and sisters at 
home have been bowed down under the burden of a 


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95 


silent griei and have waited and watched for those 
who never returned. But in all these sacrifices there 
has been the striving of the human soul to do true 
and noble deeds of service, and by such deeds the 
world has been lifted from its selfishness and grief to 
peace and brotherhood. Such measureless devotion 
will secure for all time governments of the people, 
by the people and for the people, and will make the 
welcome cry of the angel again ring true: “Glory 
to God in the highest and on earth peace, good will 
to men.” [Exit.] 

[Mr. Gray, Nell and Howard Chase enter and 
Mrs. Gray awakes from her sleep.] 

Mr. Gray: Well, mother, we have been to the 
station and brought back with us about all that re¬ 
mains of the fighting 36th. 

Mrs. Gray [greeting Howard heartily] : Thank 
God, Howard, that you were left to come back to 
us, for next to Jack we have watched most anxiously 
for you. 

Howard: Yes, Mrs. Gray, I knew you would be 
thinking of me, but I have often wished that Jack 
might have been spared and that I might have been 
left buried in the war-torn soil of France. 

Mrs. Gray: No, Howard, that was not to be. It 
is not for us to question God’s ways of trying the 
human heart; but, hard as it may be at times, we 
must submit ourselves to his guidance. A letter 
from a Red Cross nurse brought the awful news to 
us and for a time we reeled and staggered under 
the blow, but by God’s help we are still struggling 
on. Was there any message from him, Howard? 

Howard: Yes, Mrs. Gray, there was. He fell 
in the thick of the fight and I was forced to move 
with our battery, leaving him upon the field. But 
that night, while we were on guard duty at camp, a 


96 lest we forget 

Red Cross nurse passed on her errands of mercy 
and asked for Howard Chase. She was with Jack at 
the last and after he had asked her to, break the 
news to you, he told her to find Howard Chase and 
have him bear this word to you; ^‘Tell her that I 
played the game and lost, but I do not regret it. I 
am only one of many to give my life to the God of 
war that out of this sacrifice democracy and liberty 
and peace may come to rule over a suffering world. 
I did what I thought was best for liberty’s sake.” 
They buried him with some of his comrades not far 
from where they fell and I still hold a record of that 
spot. 

Mrs. Gray; Perhaps I loved him too much and 
was selfish when I told him not to go. I couldn’t 
see it any other way then, but somehow, just to¬ 
night, I have seen a clearer vision of what it all 
means. It seemed like a dream to me and there were 
figures standing before me and I thought I could 
hear them speaking. These spirits seemed to rise 
one by one from an altar on which millions had 
been sacrificed, and the spirits said that from such 
as these they sprang and came to bring justice and 
liberty to all mankind and a righteous peace to a 
waiting world. Deep as my sorrow is, it is easier 
now to bear, for I am beginning to see some reason 
for it. Here, with you, I want to pledge my allegiance 
to the flag and the country that are now more dear 
to me than ever before because of sacrifice. 

[They stand at salute and repeat pledge used at 
close of Act /.] 


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